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.

ache for him. He knows he won't make

personal mission to heal

I place the sword out of his reach and turn my attention back to his wings. This time,

many tiny fragments, many of them protruding from the skin. White feathers, stained red, fall the

feathers will grow back," I try to convince him that it's not as bad as

making me even more determined to save him. My wings twitch. I've never seen wings more damaged than his. Saving them would

wings is nothing. Even the demons take great

talking, trying to distract him

he says before passing

a few times. A scar is on his chest, right above his heart. I

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 stopping on

born between angels and demons. They are quite different from their parents. They are born without wings, and their lifespan is

It will do you

protect him from the cold but to hide his nakedness as well. Except for his armor, he has

my eyes. Only females are allowed to live in the monastery, and the few males who

Warrior Nuns dedicate their entire existence to serving

"Erelah?"

doesn't reply. A crease forms between his brow when I keep looking

male falls silent once

brain and he has a hard

my arm, wanting to heal whatever internal injury I have missed,

It doesn't offend me.

sisters and I, there are males who have taken

a few granola bars from the sack I keep the travel rations in and pass them to the male. He looks at them as if it's

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