The Pack's Emissary
Ember replied softly and smiled, raising her arm.
The black speck grew rapidly larger.
“Fuck! FUCK! Lucas are you getting this?” Howard cried out.
“Pen,” Jacinta said quietly.
“Got it,” Pen replied.
“On it,” the other cameraman tracked the descent with his camera.
Samuel spread his wings at seemingly the last possible moment, the sails catching the air with an audible whoomp. Aislen grinned. He was impressive as fuck as he landed, his dark hair whipping back from his handsome face, and his long lean legs almost gracefully extended. He walked out his landing, catching hold of Ember’s hand as he did so, and stopping in front of Aislen.
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