Lucas howled, his howl cutting through the night air as he sprinted forward, Damon on his back. His paws moved swiftly, the ground blurring beneath him. He was following the pull of the crystal, leading him straight toward Kyra.
Above them, Simon was flying in his eagle form, keeping pace with Lucas. His large wings flapped smoothly in the moonlight, and his sharp eyes scanned the surroundings. On his back, Oceanus was lazily resting, his silver-gray hair glowing under the soft light. His face was peaceful, as if he didn't have a care in the world, even in the middle of all the chaos.
Simon glanced back at Oceanus, shaking his head. Even when things got serious, Oceanus acted like nothing was happening. Simon never really understood him. Oceanus helped people, but only when he had something to gain from it. He was ruthless, too, with a heart as cold as stone. Still, for now, he had decided to help them.
