Angel's Power
“It didn’t matter.
Her alarm blared at her from the nightstand and she had to get up. She needed to fly long before anyone else woke up so no one saw her wings. She shoved the covers down, shivering as the cold air of the chamber hit her skin. She almost wanted to skip it today, except she’d learned her lesson with that a long time ago. If an angel spent too much time in human form, the urge to change became an itch, then eventually a compulsion.
She smiled to herself as she thought about the lesson they all learned eventually, usually the hard way.
She’d put it off when she was a teenager once, not shifting for about a month. When her wings had finally demanded her attention, it had happened in the middle of a family dinner. Her mother, father, and brother had all ended up with a lot of chicken soup in their hair. Ariel had ended up with her favorite sweater in shreds. Not a lesson I feel like repeating.
She used the bathroom and changed into a halter and a pair of leggings and tall boots.
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