Frankie:
The crow's caw woke me from the best sleep I had in the longest time.
I rolled over and chucked a pillow toward the open balcony doors where Darcel sat on the concrete in crow form letting the rain wash his wings.
"Darcel, I will ring your neck, my dude. It's too early!" I growled, burying my head beneath the cover.
"It’s not me. Still, I find it odd that they are all there. They bring warnings of some issue, but even they don’t know what it is yet—it just worries them." I sat up to find Darcel staring at the crow who seemingly held a conversation with him.
“She seems scared.” I looked into the eyes of a creature whose nerves seemed rattled, trying to figure out why she chose this place, chose us as the release for her emotion.
“He… and yes, he is quite rattled over whatev
