My toes froze for a moment as I found out who Alaric really was—an angel who had fallen from grace. But wait, I remembered that there hadn't been any living fallen angels for hundreds of years. This meant Alaric was not a fallen angel himself, but rather a descendant of one.
I did not know much about history because I always dozed off when Mrs. Pregrine tried to teach it in class, but I remembered a few tales about the offspring between a fallen angel and regular human resulting in creating a new kind of creature. They looked human, but more like angels with their features. Their face was always pale, like it never saw sunlight, and they had a pair of black wings that looked majestic under the moonlight.
After thinking for a while, I opened my mouth in shock and took a step back. "Gosh,
