Hades
I swooped through the sky, already having lost count of how many times I'd done this. Then I heard the whistle and ducked from the cloud to the ground below where they were waiting.
The Historian, Jonathan, was waving before giving a thumbs up.
Kael stood by his side, hands on his hips as he nodded with a smile. Cain clapped his shoulder, his reaction the most enthusiastic as he yelled from the landing pad. "Damn!"
I landed, my wings folding back as I shifted, feeling the familiar pull of my hybrid form settling. My Primus form—half lycan, half vampire—was still strange to inhabit, but each flight made it feel more natural.
"That was incredible," Jonathan said, approaching with his tablet in hand, eyes gleaming with the fervor of a man who'd spent his entire life studying creatures like me. "Your wing span has increased by another two feet since yesterday. Your control is exceptional for someone who's only been flying for—what, three weeks?"
