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What if I was broken somehow, damaged by the trauma of losing my first family? *But as Elder Patricia spoke the ancient words, warmth bloomed in my chest. Not pain or burning, but a gentle fire that spread through my veins like liquid starlight. And then she was there, my wolf, her presence settling into my soul like coming home.* *“Hello, little sister,” she whispered in my mind, her voice like silver bells. “I’ve been waiting for you.”* *My eyes caught the moonlight and held it, glowing silver-bright in the darkness. The pack gasped, murmuring about the strength of the light, the beauty of the awakening.*

“What class do you have first?” Wilkes asked both Trisha and Harold. “Flight Erudition known casually as FE,” Trisha responded. Wilkes eyes widened. “Do you know what that means?!” he asked, barely able to keep his excitement to himself. “No,” Harold drawled. “Trisha will be taught to fly using a broom!” he said, louder than he intended to. “I won't exactly be taught to,” Trisha said. “What do you mean?”

“Who gave you the wings you now have to talk that way to me, tell me so I can break the person’s wing before breaking the one you borrowed.” “My Queen, I have no wing you speak of.” Chandler returns with a brittle smile. “I am not foolish enough to bring any into this place, not when I remember how you broke the wings off doves and then watch them bleed to death. No, your majesty, I have learnt my lesson about wings.”

The thought of him just pissed me off, so I closed my eyes for the rest of it, because I knew that Azael was coming next, and he was the last person I wanted to see right now. When the chanting became louder and more intense I made the mistake of opening my eyes, and as I did I screamed into the air. Azael was in front of me, his ashen wings spread out as far as they could go, his black eyes with swirling red vortex burned into mine and I couldn't close my eyes to avoid them. My body had a mind of its own and as my arms flew out to my sides my wings ripped through my skin and fanned out as far as they could possibly go. I screeched into my ascension and instantly burst into my brilliant flam

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Chapter 12 RUBIN "What the fuck?" I stare back at him as he loom over me–he is so tall that I have to crane my neck to be able to stare at him. My wings appeared instantly, nervously fluttering on my back, my hands steadily growing sweaty as I swallowed. I was quite shock that I was still breathing for I am afraid of what he will do. A few seconds passed and I squared up my shoulders, taking the book from the floor while trying to gather up more courage as I began to speak, “He-hello there. It's me, Rubin, Rubin Hearthrowe. What about you? What is your name?" I cringed at how shaky my voice appeared and instead, tighten my hold at the book. He glared at my hand which is currently holding the

Freya I bit my tongue to stop myself from apologising, to stop myself from thanking him yet again. All that would do is give him mixed signals, and as much as I wished things could be different, i knew my place in the world and it wasn’t here playing princess to a delta. “Jackson, our head warrior, would like to speak to you if you feel up to it. I said I would ask but feel free to say no, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” He stated pointedly and I nodded.