~Lucifer~
The smell, I breathed in the heftiest stench. Dead people always smelled a little bit better than the living. I'm crazy for saying that but there was truth behind it. Maybe it has something to do with where we grew up, but that would be something even crazier to discuss. I followed Micah, she was fast. Damn dog nearly gave me a run for my money.
Keeping up in my human form wasn't good, I wanted to shift but I know my size. Shifting isn't possible. Not matter how badly I wish it were.
Micah was tracking Noelle farther and farther into the damaged, well more than damaged, parts of the city.
I didn't hear the wings above me but I knew the slimy being I called my brother was fluttering his wings and following us. The only person far behind was Dante, and that's because no matter how much he loved her, our kids couldn't be put in danger by him driving like a madman. But he could always track us.
