"Again."
I glance at Isadora, out of breath but nod my head.
"You look a little tired princess." The man in front of me snickers and I roll my eyes. Once in proper position I wait for his attack. He watches me for a minute neither of us moving, still trying to catch our breath as we have been at it for hours.
He makes the first move, using his wings to push himself off the ground to gain height. Mimicking his actions, my wings take off into the sky. He comes up from behind, grabbing my leg. I quickly retaliate, trying to focus on fighting and flying as well.
"You're at a slight disadvantage, princess." He mocks the title, "We're up in the air and you don't fly as much as you should."
I knew he was right, if anything I spend most of my time in my pure white wolf than my angel. Yet, let
