Chapter 43 - Xander

Seeing Arya fall from that height would have made my heart stop if I still had one that beat. I run towards her, trying to get there in time, but she crashes to the ground in a bone jarring thud.

Still, I grab her, pulling her out of the way of the goddess’s sharp taloned feet. She’ll heal, she’s a werewolf and a demigod. But that’s only if she doesn’t die in the first place.

Once I have Arya clear, I look up to see Devin still hanging on to the death deity’s hair, clinging on with all that he has.

“Do it, Devin! Strike!” I scream to him. It’s now or never. We’re not going to get a second chance. She’s already acclimating to the magick that is being thrown at her and she’s knocked several of Arya’s family members on their asses when they go too close.

I watch Devin pull his arm back and strike hard at the flesh between her back and her wing.

Ītzpāpālōtl shrieks. A high, unearthly sound that pours through the air around us, seeming to surround us with more than just so