Hades
The sky was starless.
Not dim. Not clouded. Just blank. A hollow lid over a world on edge.
I flew due east, wings slicing the wind clean. Kael clung to me, silent, his gloved hands firm at the base of my neck out of habit.
If that was what he was going to my neck, I could not dare image how he would handle my horn.
Below us, the cities had gone dark, streetlights blinking in strange patterns, rooftops dimmed, intersections deserted.
Obsidian was locking down.
But it wasn't a curfew.
It was a hunt.
We dipped lower. The wind sharpened against my ears like it was being pulled too tight.
Kael suddenly tapped on my hide. I twisted my elongated neck to him and he gestured with his chin to look below.
My head tilted downward.
In the woods we'd just left behind, movement surged—too uniform to be wildlife. Too many to be hikers.
