Stitched up once again, Only for the scars to be reopened. I look up to the sky every now and then, Is it already my turn to depart? The lights flicker, Haunted by unspoken fears. Death moves quicker, Run before it hears. Fallen to the ground, Broken are my wings. Betrayle rises as we move to find our vengeance. Will Destiney continue or give up? Find out in the second book of the were-angel-pire trilogy. Author is yours truly; DestineyFallenAll Rights Reserved