The Pack's Dragon
Everleigh Milesyou call for help but nobody camei don't feel safe anymorethe call is coming from inside the housenow i drive alone past your street
He would stand out against the sky, he knew, a black-winged form too big for a bird, and too small for anything else other than what he was – a winged man.
From above, it began to rain, and he looked up in alarm, searching the sky for Ember’s bright wings. Would the rain douse the flames that kept her aloft? No. No, he realized, she was the source of the rain, the heat of her flight warming water molecules in the air and causing the cloudless shower.