BOOK 2 to 'True Survival - Teen Wolf'
The riddles have been solved, the truths have been revealed and the stories have been told.
Now life in Beacon Hills seems better, but peace never usually last long, in a town where dead bodies turn up on every...
"The hell are you talking about? Guardian Angel?" I asked the man, he looked over his shoulder before removing his palm from my forehead, I attempted the ooziness to return but I noticed the music had stopped and loud but distant voices filled it place,
I listened and hear the sound of Derek's voice, which came from the school. I sighed internally, before I placed my focus back on the man before me.
"That's what I was told to say," the man, Castiel, said to me with a simple shrug, I took in his attire from his brown curls to his dirty trench coat, but I was still more confused than before,
"By who? Who told you to say that?" I asked him, I crossed my arms as I felt a knot form in my guts, like I knew who it was, but I just wanted the torture of hearing his name,
"Dean," He said bluntly, "Your F-"
"Friend!" A voice shouted, I spun around to see Sam lurk out of the darkness, he sent a polite wave to which I didn't reply, I looked around the parking lot but I couldn't spot him, "Cass, Dean is Leo's friend,"
I looked back at Castiel, who gave a slow nod, as if the information took longer to process.
"Where is he?" I asked as I looked between them,
"Back at the bunker," Sam told me, I gave him a skeptical nod, "And why are you here?"
"Because the commands of an Alpha don't effect us," Castiel said to me, I looked at him with a curious gaze, and sighed before I decided to ask,
"And what the hell are you?" I asked him,
"An avian," He replied, I furrowed my eyebrows at the answer, but I watched as his trench coat begun to move on its own, I looked closer and saw the material changing, splitting, pealing away,
One by one, soft brown feathers begun to lift from the trench coat, my mouth gaped at the sight. His eyes glowed a pure white color, as his wings spread out, they had to be at least 7 meters wide, or 22.9 feet (for those who don't use the metric system).
He flapped his wings and sent a gust of wind which knocked me back, but that was soon contrasted by a wave of heat that came from Sam. I looked over at his and noticed his hand glowing a vibrant orange glow, one that matched his eyes, and his body generated more heat than I could handle. I gave him a look and he smirked back at me.
"You'll find out next season," he said with a smirk and I rolled my eyes before I looked between the two,
"I hate both of you," I told them before I reached down and grabbed the two guards, and hoisted them over my shoulders, and begun to carry them back to the school,
