Chapter 29 - AwakenedWind Cave, Colorado Springs, Colorado
He stretched. He felt wonderful. Alive. Strong. Empowered.
And hungry.
At his back the twinge and electric feeling of his wings unfurling ushered an icy rush through his nude body. He had to enjoy this wonderful experience, momentarily absorbed by how strong and invincible he felt. Looking over his shoulders, expecting to find his wonderful white-feathered wings, he saw something dark, and utterly diabolical. Where there should have been white feathers, ugly brownish membrane stretched between each long finger of his new wings. The bend of his wings ended in a huge thumb-like appendage tipped by a terribly hooked talon on each one. He moved it, to make sure it was his. It was. He took his hands and felt along the stretchy skin,
