Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

421. Bought - Bonus Chapters II

Locating the place of impact isn't very difficult. I know these woods as the back of my palm. I was made to protect the island on which the monastery was built. I've spent a lot of time here, meditating or praying.

Close to where the water meets the land, there's a big crater in the frozen ground, broken rocks and wood scattered all over the snow. And in the middle of it is not a meteorite as I initially thought, but a male angel. A male like I have never seen before. Taller and stronger than any other male I have come in contact with until now.

A long sword is next to him.

Who is he?

Where did he come from?

Did he actually fall from the sky?

An avalanche of questions rushes to my mind, but I push them away. But now is not the time to get distracted.

Two pairs of radiant wings adorn his back. They shine brightly in the cold night. If not for the faint sounds of pain coming from him, I would have thought he was dead. An armor made from a metal I don't recognize covers his body. It is mangled and bent in many places. I'll have to yank it off his body to see the extent of his injuries.

The male is on his back, three of his wings broken. His body shivers uncontrollably. I don't know if it's from the cold or the impact. Maybe both things.

How he is still alive is beyond me.

I jump into the crater.

The most vibrant pair of blue eyes I've ever seen look at me.

"You're going to be fine," I say as I remove his helmet. Hair so blond it almost appears white springs free from it. His hand reaches out for his sword. "It wouldn't be wise to try to kill the one who is trying to save you," I point out when his fingers wrap around the pommel.

I touch one of his broken wings, wanting to know the extent of his injuries. A hiss of pain leaves him. He grabs my wrist, yanking my hand away from him. Then, he reaches out again for his sword. This time, I watch him, wanting to see what he will do. He brings his sword to his wings, but before he can cut them off, I stop him.

makes my heart ache for him. He knows

my personal mission to heal

what I can to save them," I promise as I place the sword out of his reach and turn my attention back to his wings. This

from the skin. White feathers, stained red, fall the moment my fingers touch

I try to convince him that it's not as bad as it

save him. My wings twitch.

angel without his wings is nothing. Even the demons take great

trying to distract

he says before passing

spend the next hour removing his armor and healing his body while he slips in and out of conscience a few times. A scar is on his chest, right above his heart. I ignore it for now. The wings will

to a nearby cave. Since I like spending a lot of time in the forest, I've stashed a few things in there in case of an emergency. Some old blankets, a few pillows, clothes, and travel rations.

light them before I place his sword in a far

conscience once more. His gaze darts around the cave before stopping on me. His eyes are full of questions. If I can, I'll answer

patient to regain all their strength back. I have especially noticed it in the sons and daughters born between angels and demons. They are quite different from their parents. They are born without wings, and their lifespan is quite short. My interaction with them is quite limited as I rarely leave the island. Only when I am asked to heal villages plagued

do

blankets. Not only to protect him from the cold but to hide his

allowed to live in the monastery, and the few males who set

Nuns dedicate their

"Erelah?"

his

male falls silent

his brain and he has a

have missed, but he jerks it

It doesn't offend me.

I, there are males who have taken

and pass them to the male. He looks

help you gain