The Magic of Hecate

Angels sound kinda odd. Quite a lot like helicopters in fact. And God, that light is blinding

Pun intended. If I'm gonna die at least let me find some humour in it.

A few moments later, something landed on the snow a few metres away from us. It fought through the deep snow to us and lifted me into its arms.

"Leo?" I asked weakly. My vision was blurry and the light was still blinding but it was my mate alright. In life and death, I'll always remember that beautiful scent. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"I've got you. You're okay," he said softly as I harnessed some of his warmth.

I didn't know Leo was an angel..but I'm glad he is.

Oh damn. Maybe I'm not dead.

I felt my mate carry my very much still alive body away from where I had been laying and then an odd floating sensation like we were flying. A minute later, I found myself on a hard floor with the sound of rushing air thudding through my head.

As I fought hard to stay conscious, a thick blanket was thrown over me and something warm put inside my jacket.

"Max," I croaked in a hoarse voice.

"Alpha, we don't have much time. The wind is picking up again,” another voice said. "We won't be able to fly for much longer.”

"Please," I whispered. "Save him," I finished before my vision blacked out again and I lost consciousness again.