Zara was sharpening her favourite daggers for two hours straight, listening to Lachlan giving orders to his people. She knew she had no right to distract him, and she had to live with it. In just a few hours, she will be in the sky, and they might never see each other again.
She knew her role in all of this. She knew his role. They would be on different sides of the battlefield, and it would be impossible for her to watch him even from above. She wouldn't be able to reach him, yet here she was – preparing her knives in case she did notice that he was in trouble. However, Zara knew she would fly down and shift back to her human form if she had to without blinking. This was so new. She wouldn't have done it for Castiel.
Two hands slowly wrapped themselves around her waist and pulled her cl
