The cold night wind blew and tousled my hair.
I looked up. The moon that glowed a silver light still looked full even though I knew it really wasn’t. The apex point of the full moon happened last night, but I still felt its light grace me with unpronounceable strength. Against its intense glow, a shadow was quickly descending; like a dark star falling from the Heavens.
Carlisle.
The Soul Dealer was in his fullest form. White wings were tucked close behind him as he fell, a wide silver sword in his hand. His eyes blazed gold even from afar. He really did look like the Angel of death with his righteous fury. He was speeding in full force from the sky toward me as he enacted on his divine vengeance. Death. That is what I deserve for killing that boy.
But I wanted to live. I splayed my
