Chapter 2Alec crouched behind a tree, panting in panic and fear as the hunters continued to pursue them. The angel huddled beside him, his wounds bleeding and raw. Their adrenaline had ebbed; now both were on the brink of exhaustion.
As Alec struggled to make a plan, a wave of dizziness washed over him. The Cold Iron arrowheads transfixed in the angel’s wings were beginning to overpower the elf’s senses. He closed his eyes, letting his head fall backwards against the tree trunk with a painful thump as he fought the urge to swoon.
“The arrows,” he moaned, pinching his eyes shut. “Cold Iron.”
“Good idea! We can use the arrows to fight back!” the angel replied, inspired by Alec’s words. He shut his eyes and flapped his wings vigorously to shake them free. Loosened by the jostling of the an
