(Third POV)
The wind picked up with so much force that the witches were barely hanging on.
Alaric and Theo transformed back to their human form, after noticing the barrier around them. Theo fell on his knees with his shoulders slumped. His hands tightened with anger and hatred.
He looked up at Aeris who was floating mid-way, her face contorted with pain before turning expressionless.
His lips parted in awe, as majestic golden wings unfurled from her behind. They stretched wide and massive, each feather glowing like it had been dipped in gold. Some looked soft and hard, while others shimmered like they were made of light itself.
The wings caught in the storm around her, bending the cyclone, commanding them to move more hostile. When she finally took a step, the wings fluttered behind her, and the sound was like thunder rolling across the sky.
Her purple eyes had a golden fiery ring in their depth.
