Abigail's POV
Growing up, I thought that my unique black and white wings were a warning from God, a daily reminder of the constant struggle I would have to face navigating through life, fighting the urge to give in to the primal need for destruction and chaos that I had inherited from my father. I wanted to believe God had faith in my strength and determination not to allow sin and corruption to take root inside me; believing instead, he wanted me to follow my mother's example of compassion and mercy. But I knew he would test my faith and resolve from time to time- like now in the realm of sleep—a place where I could so easily close my eyes and shut out the harrowing cries of innocence.
I had grown up to be ashamed of my wings; they always reminded me of how different I was, how u
