Chapter Seven
Cabal shifted uneasily in the clutches of Pony’s wraith form. Her long black talons didn’t hold deathly venom like Tom’s. The memory of Tom’s venom surging through his veins was still fresh to Cabal. Pony was a nether beast; a shape shifter that could take on the strength and capabilities of any creature she chose. When he first met Pony, she had taken the shape of a black moor lion, one of the most ferocious creatures to roam the netherworld. To this day it was her most common transformation. He preferred the moor lion to her current form.
Jack flew along beside him in Tom’s firm grip. Cabal glanced at the two as they chatted about nonsensical memories of their old life. Try as he may, Cabal could not picture a world of buildings that reached up through the clouds and tran
