Skinwalker

Chapter 17

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Anwen was chasing Blackie around the garden playfully. Victor kept an eye on them but Blackie was responsible enough not to lead Anwen out of sight.

            Victor winced when Anwen tripped over a wing and landed, sprawling on the grass.

            “Up you get, Annie,” he called to her as she laid there, whimpering.

            Victor fought the urge to go and help her.

            Cruel to be kind…

            He had been a bit clumsy as a child as well with a tail that had grown too long too quickly and three pairs of wings. Whenever he fell over, his brothers would just leave him behind to let him catch up. Or they would poke him until he did.

            Louis used to complain that there was no point coddling fledglings. “How is he going to learn?” he had said when Gabriel tried to help him once.

            Their mother had been a fierce, strict woman.

            “Would you like a cold drink?” Azure asked, holding a tray that bore a jug of lemonade and two glasses.

            “Sure, set it down here,” Victor said, patting the seat on the bench next to him.

            As Azure went closer to put down the tray, there was a snarl.

            Anwen had rushed over angrily, trying to chase Azure away from Victor, snarling and baring her fangs.

            Azure looked surprised for a moment before stifling a laugh.

            “She’s really attached to you, isn’t she, young master?” she said as Victor took the tray from her, putting an arm around Anwen to calm her.

            Victor tried not to look too pleased as he sent her back to the kitchens.

            Anwen was still seated on the grass next to him, looking up at him with those beautiful green eyes of hers.

            He cupped her face in his hands and pressed his forehead to hers.

            A soft, deep purr came from the base of Anwen’s throat as her wings hooked onto his sweater again.

            Blackie meowed, jumping up on the bench as well.

            Victor prayed to the Moon Goddess… he wanted the moment to last forever.

“Logan! Really! You should have called to tell us! Poor, Annie!” Yvonne said, almost in tears.

            “I’m going down to the police station to talk to them myself,” Alex said, already pulling on his coat.

            Logan was seated on the sofa, petting Hatter.

            He had dark circles under his eyes as he had trouble sleeping the past few nights. The longer Anwen was missing, the lower the chance they were going to find her.

            Yvonne sat down on a chair, sobbing quietly.

            Logan looked at her- Anwen had been a daughter to her.