Sixty three

Dirt clumped in her blonde hair her once baby blue eyes voided now opaque, razor-sharp teeth filled her mouth. Slender petite frame, wings the color of opals, now looked like they were stained with blood. Naamah struggled in my grip, “hmm you know Naamah I had such high hopes for you. You could have easily been a lieutenant in my fathers’ army.” She spat at me, she missed and where the spit landed melted through the trees limb. “Okay so be it.” I raised my free and snapped my fingers, her left-wing ripped off. In peripheral, I saw Azael trying to make his way towards, but Michael quicker and grabbed him by the wings and threw him to the ground. Naamah's screams filled the air, I was halfway through ripping her right-wing off when one of the wolves escaped and had its jaws clamped onto my waist, trying to bite me in half. I growled and held Naamah mentally in the air and focused on the wolf that kept me in its jaws. I pried its jaws open with some effort. That's when I felt it a tingle