Maddening Storm

Winged Cats

As always, Ella felt the former soldier's inquisitive gaze searing her back. She knew he was watching her, waiting and searching for something, but she would be long dead before he learned anything.

The baptism of the apocalyptic future had armored her well enough to protect her heart and hide her secrets. Conceal her features and control the flow of events. She would let him tag along, allow him to watch her.

But two could play this game, and Ella intended to play well enough to bring him to his knees.

"Grrrr!"

Right at this moment, ferocious growls resounded from their left. Ella's heart thumped, thinking it was going to be a long night.

Gales of fury wind blasted her face, lifting her hair and bellowing her skirt. As the wind gained in might, the growls drew closer, and the unmistakable flap of wings filled the night.

Green, gray, blue, and crimson glowing eyes filled hunger flickered around, before razor claws and large bodies emerged from the shadows. "Da**! Winged Cats!" Wi