Callie blinked several times in an attempt to clear the fog. Just then the woman turned around giving Callie her back. Oh, God, they weren’t fake or a prop of some kind. Callie could see the thick muscles over the woman’s shoulder blades and the way the wings literally grew out of them. Like an appendage, they were a part of her. The brown was the same deep, rich tone as the wings of a hawk. Shit, they were seriously huge. The woman lifted completely off the ground right in front of Callie. Simply hovered for a few seconds mere feet in the air, her wings expanding and contracting, then she darted upward and took off as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Flying. She fucking flew.
Callie frantically looked around and noticed several other people with similar wings. Huge, thickly feathered with a span of six feet or more. Some were a beautiful dark crimson with hair to match. Others had silvery-white wings and hair. They appeared almost angelic. Callie spotted a few men with sapphire wings with gorgeous, flowing hair the same brilliant shade of blue. Men. Women. They all had wings. A man with enormous black wings and gorgeous, shiny black hair that hung to his shoulders looked over at them and waved a second before literally shooting off the ground like a rocket and into the air. He flew at such speed that Callie quickly lost track of him over the treetops.
“What the fuck?” she mumbled as she took in the surreal sight around her.
“I could’ve told you, but you would not have believed me,” Flare said, as he continued driving. Several individuals waved and smiled. All of them stepped out of Flare’s path.
“I really died,” she whispered under her breath, feeling lightheaded. The world tilted and spun. Her stomach pitched.
“Ms. Wilson?”
Flare’s voice seemed far away now. As if at the end of a very long tunnel. “I wasn’t sure, but, yep, I’m dead. Awesome.” Then everything went black. Again.