Page 101 of Silent Night, Obedient Night: The Undoing
“Are you going to annihilate more bunnies?” Silas asked.
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Maybe.” Waited a beat before adding, “Sir.”
“Then yes,” Kenny said.
Willow stepped back onto the porch, pulled her dress over her head, and draped it over the rocker behind her. The cold bit at her skin, but before it could settle in, she relaxed the hold she keeps on her hawk and let her inner bird burst forth.
A flash of feathers and light, and she pushed off into the air, launching herself off the porch, skyward, wings slicing through the morning hush, beating the air into submission as three wolves leapt off the porch all around her.
She flew upward, rising fast, screaming her freedom into the open air, and three others catapulted forward, all muscle and power, tearing through the snow with wild joy.
Paws pounded the frozen earth, and above them, the hawk circled — wings wide, riding the wind like it belonged to her while snowflakes swirled around her in delicate spirals.
And then the sun cleared the horizon and split the sky wide open, light flaring across the horizon in golds and pinks, fire bleeding through the clouds like a promise.
Wolf legs pounded the snow. Hawk wings owned the sky.
A new day forming, and their beautiful, fierce, extraordinary family all charging full speed ahead into the rest of their lives.
Together.
