Gale's POV

She waited at a park bench. Nervously glancing at her watch she confirmed that its was too early for him to be here. Maybe I can show him my true form. The thought made her shoulders ache for the release of her wings. No! Not yet, at least, he'll reject me in a heart beat if he found out.

Slate tugged impatiently at the end of his leash, a branch snapped. Drew appeared from around the corner. He tossed Nickel a bone shaped treat.

"I believe we were never introduced, I'm Gale," She held out her hand.

"Drew," he smiled but his eyes never left Nickel.

He shook her hand. Suddenly he yelped. Scorch marks where her hand gripped him were burned into his skin. His eyes watered slightly.

"What," embarrassment flooded her cheeks. She tapped his forearm. A burn the size of her finger tip appeared.

The burns grayed. Drew glared at her, "Meet me tonight,"

Slate growled at Drew. What burns at my touch? He must not be human. Maybe I can reveal myself.

Drew stormed off. "My house," he snarled over his shoulder.

A/N

How was this chapter? I'm losing my will to continue this story so the end is near. Check out some of my other stories!

Until next chapter, Feychild