Dominick wakes up in his clearing.
The sun is out, midmorning at most.
His clothes are still dirty with dry blood, there's still flaky red in his hands and hardened flesh under his nails. His knife besides him, his flashlight lost somewhere in an unknown forest. The memories of all that happened are still fresh in his mind.
And when he sits up, something else.
An Angel.
Small like a child. With no feet, no hands, no hair, mouth, nose or ears.
Its abdomen open, its insides clean and devoid of veins, its feathers an immaculate white.
Its eyes crystalized.
Its heart frozen.
And Dominick instantly knows what it is.
It's a gift.
A gift just for him.
And with muscles that burn, with legs that almost let him fall, with an exhaustion that still lingers. With a carnage that still stains his entire being. Dominick picks up the little gift Arlequin left for him, and begins the arduous and painful walk back.
He will need to sneak in.
He will need to shower for hours to get the blood and the dirt out of his skin and hair.
He will need to dispose of his clothes, irreparable that they are.
But he doesn't think about that.
No.
All he can think about is that feeling that scrapes against his ribs, that grabs him by the throat and sets fire to his face.
That expands in his chest and makes him forget about every limb that screams with pain.
That makes that beast inside him, the one that went to sleep once the sun came but that never really left, purr in pure bliss.
It's wonderful.
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The Wild Hunt
RomanceTrapped in a home where he doesn't belong and surrounded by a town that views him as a freak, Dominick finds solace in the forest outside of his small town, becoming little by little one more of the creatures in them. But when he traps something he...
