Xaden

My wings were on fire. Pain shot through every muscle, every bone through my entire body. I shivered; my teeth chattered no matter how hard I clamped them down. But I shouldn't be awake. Something had triggered my healing sleep to pause and the twisting I felt in my gut said whatever hurt me wasn't good.

I squinted an eye open, my other one was still too swollen. The Roulex had thrown me back in my cell.

"Riley," I croaked out, my voice scraped my ...