Black Fang's pulse was wild, animalistic, the rhythm of a predator in ecstasy, and not just because she was bleeding and in danger. No…
She was thrilled, excited. She was having incredible fun.
Any other time, he would've smirked at her quite questionable reaction, but now, he couldn't afford the distraction. His jaw was locked, his breath controlled, his eyes fixed only on the path forward.
The world blurred. The ground was gone. The horizon vanished. All that remained was the climb, taking them higher and higher until the clouds themselves became the next enemy to shatter.
And so he ripped toward the heavens, wind shrieking around them, a man and a witch cutting the sky in half.
Far below, the Scarlet Lilies blinked after their targets. But when Lilith finally glanced upward, her expression slipped.
They weren't just climbing.
They were leaving.
