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.

expression makes my heart ache for him. He knows he won't

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

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

that. The feathers will grow back," I try to

gaze, making me even more determined to save him. My wings

wings is nothing. Even the demons

trying to distract

says before

conscience a few times. A scar is on his chest, right above his heart. I ignore it for now. The wings will take me

like spending a lot of time in the forest, I've stashed a few

light them

more. His gaze darts around the cave before stopping on

weak to do so. My powers can heal and cure, but it might take some time for the 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 by different illnesses that only affect

will do

make a makeshift bed and help him get under the blankets. Not only to protect him from the cold but to hide his nakedness as well. Except for his

so naked as the one before my eyes. Only females are allowed to live in the monastery, and the few males who set foot on the island are the

their entire existence

"Erelah?"

The male doesn't reply. A crease forms between his brow when I keep looking at him. "Your

falls

has affected his brain and he has

wanting to heal whatever internal injury I have missed, but he jerks it away from me as if my touch burns

It doesn't offend me.

are males who have taken vows of celibacy, sworn to serve

bars from the sack I keep the travel rations in and pass them to

you gain your strength