Chapter 1
Scotland, 1864
Jael stared at the bloodstains on what used to be the peaceful Scottish greenfield. The grass had been killed by venomous fumes, which Jael was sure were coming from Luna, the dark magic sorceress. And the bloodstains belonged to Charmine, his newly wedded wife.
The scent of Charmine mixed with her blood and the ashes from the burned bush made his hands shake, his knees weaken, his heart race with fear, and his blood boil with rage.
Jael straightened up his body. He couldn't afford a mistake right now. He couldn’t let himself be weak. God had given him a second chance to live and reclaim his angel power. God wouldn't have sent him back here just to see he had failed his family. God wouldn't save his life just to let him learn he had let Charmine and their still
