Ava's P.O.V

I walk out with James, we head towards the roof. I snap open my wings and pick up James. We fly to a newer apartment block that was abandoned. We don't have anything and we can't go back to the markets. They'll find us. We now have no food. So I resort to plan 156. But who's counting (I am, James' plans suck). I shift into an owl and fly into a stall.

"Woo?" I who softly, making the woman smile. She's pretty, with blonde hair and sunglasses. The customers, initially startled by me, smile. I hobble across the counter and who.

"I know what you want." She also knows what I am. I twist my head. she pulls a crate from underneath the table. Her name is Sharon. I like her. She fills a bag with food. AND MEAT! I jump onto her shoulder and nuzzle into her neck.

"Suck up." She mutters. The stall closes and I grab the bag. I fly out when I realise.

She's the only one in the city who you told.

She dobbed us in.

She knows that James is alone.

I spent the afternoon with her.

James could be gone.

Shit.

I listen to my inner voice of reason (My anxiety) and come to the conclusion that James is in trouble. I fly as fast as I can and almost drop the stuff. But we need these supplies, and I do have an overactive imagination. I transform and land on the roof, silently. I step lightly across the roof and down the pipes. I open the window, slowly, slowly. Just like James had taught me to.

You never can be to careful. Sneaking is good.

I hope this won't be a rescue mission.

I lightly move through the window and sneak into the main room. I leave the bags hidden in the cupboards. I hear the wind whistle through the apartment. Still no James. I start to worry. I run through all the rooms, saying FUCK YOU to the rules set in place. At the very end of the hallway is a note.

Hello
If you are reading this, the Winter has been arrested. You have 5 seconds before my team get you.

Gotcha.

I laugh and jump out of the window lazily. pft assassins are so cute when they think that they've got you trapped.

Shit

the food

I fly back and grab the food, running as fast as I can. I dump the preservable's into the backpack that I have, hoist it and James' onto my back, and fly away.

Free.

Suddenly a piercing pain erupts in my wing.

Ah fuck, I'm turning into Max. Nope. I look down and close my eyes, hoping it'll be fast. I feel rough arms catch me last minuet and break my fall. I needle is jabbed into my neck

"Welcome back, Summer"