Kane leaped from the villa's balcony, the same way Cyrus had launched them toward the beach days before.
This time, no wings caught him.
The cliff face dropped away beneath his feet—three hundred feet of sheer volcanic rock plunging toward waves and darkness below.
But his nine-tailed form held instincts the human body never possessed.
Kane twisted mid-air, tails spreading wide to catch the updraft. Silver foxfire erupted around him, creating lift where physics alone would fail.
He arrowed toward the jungle canopy instead of the beach directly below.
Tree branches rushed up to meet him. Kane landed hard on the first thick limb, claws digging deep into bark.
The impact jarred through his entire body, but his enhanced form absorbed it.
He pushed off immediately, launching toward the next tree.
Branch to branch. Canopy to canopy.
The wind screamed past his ears; every muscle in his body sang with controlled energy.
