Iridian
The feeling you get on a roller coaster when you're speeding down a steep slope, the point where everyone puts their hands in the air and screams.
I've always hated roller coasters, couldn't stand the way they twisted your stomach into knots, or the way the wind battered you senseless. I would have traded this for a million roller coaster rides.
I wanted to scream, but the wind ripped the sound from my lungs. My mouth hung open; my eyes wide as I continued to fall. I could make out the details of the tree's now, see each individual leaf as it clung to the thin branches.
'Can we die here?' Rayna screamed, terror lacing her words. Werewolves were not fans of flying, or free-falling.
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