Luka sprinted across the grass, his feet barely touching the ground for longer than a second. His father lay screaming on the floor, alone. He had never seen one father without the other. Where Corey was, Panuleon was always two steps behind him. "Dad!" he yelled, falling to his side, trying to stop him from rolling around in pain. "What happened? Where's the tear?"

"Lucifer closed it," Vinny said, distracted by holding Oliver's head up who took a nasty fall against one of the shattered chandeliers. "Your dad is trapped in our world. We can't get home." Vinny stopped to see his reaction then regretted it. Luka shut his eyes in anguish. The young angel couldn't hide his worry as it stuffed his heart into space too small for a heart so big.

Luke held his dad and rocked him, trying not to panic, trying to think rationally but only focusing on the fact that his parents can't survive the separation. "We need to do something!" he cried as Rayvon and Corey's parents rushed to their side.

"There's nothing-" Vinny turned when Oliver's eyes moved to something in the distance. They saw a huge white wolf with silver markings, a smaller white wolf with identical purple markings, and a black wolf with William riding on it's back galloping towards them.

"I'm hallucinating," Oliver mumbled, dropping his head against his vampire's shoulder and collapsing against him, getting weaker and weaker by the second.

"Shh, save your energy," Vinny mumbled, lowering his already deep voice to seem smoother. His chocolate eyes followed a sight he never thought he'd see. Electricity crackled from the leading wolf's paws with each stride. Bolts wrapped up its legs like snakes on a pole, sounding like someone crunched wrappers every time a claw buried itself into the grass.

Jacota's wolf jumped over their heads, and in mid-air, he changed to his human form, skidding to a halt with one knee and one hand on the floor. He glanced around, assessing the chaos. "Where did the tear go?" he asked, getting a rushed explanation from Jeduthun the angel. Then, his eyes fell on Corey, and his emotions melted right through him. He has never heard such a heartfelt cry of sorrow or seen so much pain flowing from a stretched bond. Corey's bond wasn't just extended, it was clinging on by a strand thinner than a spiders web. Any sudden movement would break it and kill the human and the angel in an instant.

Jacota knew they were needed for the war, that's why the angels made their bond so strong in the first place. "I have to do something," he thought to Hunter.

Margo and Anthony had rushed out to see what was going on, and Hunter felt incredibly uncomfortable. "There's not much you can do. We have nothing that can open a tear."

"You're a God Jacota. If you can close tears, you can open them," Sam thought and saw an expression of appreciation from Hunter. If Jacota needed his confidence boosted, now was the best time to do it.

"He's right; you're strong enough Jay."

* * * * *

Panuleon leaked blood from his mouth when a demon dug an arrow into his chest, slow enough for the angel to feel and hear the crack of his ribs. "Corey," he whimpered, choking on the metallic taste like his mouth was full of coins.

"One couple down, many more to go," Lucifer grinned, standing above the angel. The light cast a yellow rim around his head, almost like a halo. "Don't you think it's unfair that you got eternal love and I'm stuck with these idiots?" The Devil glared at his demons who quickly lowered their gaze. "The soulmate I made for me ran off with my brother. I want revenge."

Panuleon spat out some blood to clear his airways. "Meloras deserves Jeronah. You'll die alone, just like fate intended."

The corners of Lucifer's lips trembled, and his eyes sank deep into his head, casting a horrifying shadow over his cheeks. "And your son will soon be an orphan. Think about that." He lifted a boot to kick the side of his head, but before Lucifer could set the kick into motion, someone with long black hair dived into him, sending them both crashing against the wall of the small room.

Panuleon could barely move, only listen to two people fighting and rolling around near his head. The demons by the door were pulled out of view and didn't return, replaced with a stocky man, balding in all the wrong areas, dressed as a vampire, and wearing a smug expression. Panuleon hadn't seen Kyran in years, or Scarlet, the least favourite members of the Vanderwood family. "I-I never though I'd-I'd be happy to see you," he choked.

Scarlet grinned, looking like her younger brother, Vinny Vanderwood.

"I just stabbed a pen I had in my pocket through the devil's heart. Everyone should be happy to see me."

* * * * *

Jacota tried to concentrate, but he didn't know what he was doing, and Corey's sobs pulled him out of focus. "Come on," he muttered to himself, knowing he was running out of time. "I don't know what to do." He turned to Hunter who was doing anything other than staring in his parent's direction.

"Focus."

"On what?"

Hunter stood close enough for his breath to stroke his mates lips, and his scent overpowered the summer's breeze. "Me. Focus on me." Hunter cupped the God's cheeks and allowed his gaze to sink deep into his beautiful eyes, looking straight into his soul. "Close your eyes and imagine a tear. Reach out to it like you're pulling a blanket over a bed or something. You can see the tear like nobody else, you can feel it like nobody else."

Jacota relaxed, letting Hunter's touch fuel his concentration. His skin felt warm against his own as the sound of the approaching rain tidal waved across the field, drenching anything and everything in its thick raindrops. When the storm reached him, he connected to it, using its energy.

The God took deep breaths, building the momentum and pushing his powers to the palms of his hands, feeling a hot fuzz on his fingertips. His ears started to ring a horrible high pitched tone, drowning out everything around him. Though he could still feel his mate, his guarding, his husband. Hunter was the key to unlocking his inner strength.

Suddenly, Jacota pushed Hunter back, spun quickly on his heels and slashed his fingers into the air like he was stabbing something firm. With one graceful movement, he dragged his arm with all the strength his muscles could bear, feeling a warm jelly sensation over his hand. He made a tear, more prominent, more profound, more powerful, and much more intense than the tear the Vanderwoods opened. Of course, everyone else only saw a little waver in the air. But Jacota saw a frightening black hole, pulsing, churning and squealing. Almost as if the atmosphere between the two worlds was in severe pain.

But it wasn't, Corey and Panuleon were, and that's who he was trying to save.

Hunter was about to run through it when his mate yanked him back, just as a woman with long black hair, a man, and an injured angel in his arms ran through like they had nothing to lose.

"PAN!" Corey screeched, suddenly able to feel him. The pain in his chest intensified to the point where he almost wished he would die to put himself out of misery. But his son held him, and he would never leave him in the land of the living with no parents.

Kyran didn't wait for a reaction and dumped the angel on top of Corey and Luka, though they didn't mind, not one single bit.

Luka was caught in their reunion as Panuleon latched himself onto the human like a leech, gasping for air and shaking violently. They both cried hard and loud. A sheet of relief covered them until their chests mellowed and their bond started to stitch itself back together, one strand at a time.

"Corey," Panuleon whispered with tears streaming down his face. "My Corey." He hugged him as tight as he could without injuring him or his son.

Corey's lips pressed against Panuleon's flushed cheeks, where he wished they'd stay for the rest of his life. For a moment, he thought he wouldn't see his wise hazel eyes or his awkward smile at humour he didn't understand. He thought Panuleon's voice would be a distant memory and the vibration he felt against the side of his face when resting his head on Panuleon's chest, every time he talked, would be something he used to do. Not something he could do to relax.

"I thought Lucifer would kill you," he said, hearing the relief in his cracking words.

"He tried, but not hard enough," Panuleon replied, not caring that all eyes were on them as he squished his soulmate and his son in a field, surrounded by werewolves and other supernatural beings. Nothing else mattered.

Jacota lifted his hand to the tear, ready to close it. The sight of something so massive terrified him and filled him with anxiety. He felt the same feeling when looking into the ocean from a boat, knowing it was miles deep and he was miles away from dry land.

He tried to pinch his fingers together as he did once before, but the tear kept growing and growing.

"Why does it look like that?" William asked, backing into Sam who watched with wide eyes. They could see it how Jacota could see it.

"I don't- I can't close it!" Jacota kept trying and trying, but nothing was happening. The tear kept expanding, pulsing quicker and splitting at the sides. A crack plummeted into the sky like a black bolt of electricity; only it created more and more cracks for every werewolf to see. The noise sounded deep and heavy like metal grinding on metal.

Everyone could only watch, paralysed by the sight of something so alien.

"No!" Jed said in disbelief, and the other angels watched in horror. They could see the gates of heaven, a translucent image in the clouds, oozing tranquillity and guidance. But the golden gates had been ripped off from one of the cracks and fell through it, disappearing into the emptiness. "What have we done?" His hands fell by his side; a hollow ache appeared in his heart as the image of heaven started to vanish.

"What's going on?" Hunter asked, knowing they should be running for their lives, but unable to blink as everyone stared into the clouds, unaffected by the heavy rain. He couldn't see what the angels were looking at.

Jacota's mind suddenly cleared and a booming voice said only one word in his head. BETRAYAL.

"It's me!" he abruptly yelled, and everyone turned to watch him. "It's my fault!"

"What?" Sam asked, ready to turn into his wolf and take William far away.

"I'm the great betrayal! Don't you see?" Jacota ran a hand through his wet hair, feeling rooted to the ground with realisation. "I've betrayed the angels." He turned to connect his gaze with Hunter. A silent apology covered his face. "It's my fault. I-It's..." A sickness formed in the back of his throat from the words that forced their way into his mouth. "Heaven is falling."