Many of you are asking when the book will be over. I want to say that around 7-10 chapters are left, but it's very hard to tell! :)

- Sian

Panuleon could hear his name being called and scooped Corey up in his arms. With the demons temporarily distracted by their deceased leader, the angel exposed his wings and flew to the house.

Hunter and Sam were leaning over Anthony who struggled to stay awake. Hunter was about to shout for the angel until he felt a hand on his shoulder, moving him out of the way.

Panuleon placed his palms on the sides of Anthony's face, breathing deeply and concentrating on pushing his healing energy to the tips of his fingers.

William sat with Scott who had turned back into a human and wiped grace's blood from his mouth. William held tissues to his dad's eye. The blood spread across the tissue at an alarming rate. The wound was deep and needed immediate attention, but Scott was patient. He wanted his friends to heal first.

When Anthony was better and able to sit up, Panuleon moved onto Margo and healed her broken bones.

Hunter felt like he could finally breathe, knowing that his parents would be okay. As much as they've angered him and lied to him, he loved them with all his heart and losing them would have been the worst outcome imaginable.

Sam patted his brother's shoulder with eyes moving around the room.

Hunter looked up when Sam's hand tightened and started to hurt him.

"Flora," Sam whispered, seeing the old woman lying on the ground. Alfred had lifted his wife's head and placed it on his lap. He twiddled her grey curls around his fingers, humming gently to himself.

Duke and Madison sat together, and Sam couldn't tell if they were crying or not.

Hunter scrambled to his feet and ran across the kitchen. It felt like his legs wouldn't move fast enough like he was running through mud.

"Nana!" He crouched next to them, his heart thumping in his chest. "Is she- is she breathing?" he asked Alfred. A cold tingle of dread stabbed the back of his legs when Alfred's eyes looked devastated, despite the calm smile on his lips.

"She hit her head hard. We have ancient bones you know," the old man said softly. A tear fell from his eye when his gaze fell to his wife. "I've been ready for death for a long time. Now that it's here, I'm not sure if I was ever ready at all."

Hunter's breath caught in his throat, refusing to think about what his granddad's words meant. He pulled Alfred's hand away from Flora and rested fingers against her neck.

He waited, counted, ignored the fact that Flora's skin was cold and he felt no warm blood running through her veins. He didn't see her chest rise and fall; he felt no breath coming from her mouth, he felt no heartbeat.

Nothing. Flora was gone. Her soul was no longer in her body. His Nana was dead.

Alfred watched his grandson's hands as they started to shake. Hunter's face paled and his eyes heated with approaching tears. "Panuleon?" he whispered. Feeling the muscles in his mouth twitching, wanting to scrunch up and cry with agony. "Panuleon!"

The angel climbed to his feet, but he could feel it. Her death weighed down his heart like someone tied it to bricks and chucked it in the ocean. Death suffocated him. He knew when a body was a body. No life. No soul. No spirit.

"I'm so sorry Hunter," he said quietly, resting an arm around Corey's shoulders. "There's nothing I can do." He approached them anyway, knowing by the horrified expression on Hunter's face that he would scream at Panuleon to try, not believing that this was the end.

Margo was now staring in disbelief. Her feet stuck to the ground like she was a part of the floor. Scott had also frozen, looking at the lifeless body of his oldest friend.

Hunter watched Panuleon place his hands on Flora's head. He watched the angel shake his own and take his hands away. He watched Margo fall by his grandmother's side and scream so painfully, Anthony grimaced with heartache. He watched his mother embrace her father, crying hard against his shoulder, gasping for breath like her own heart was breaking.

Then he felt Alfred touch the side of his face, wiping away tears Hunter wasn't aware were falling. "My dear boy, death finds us all in the end."

"B-But-" he stuttered. The swell of sorrow in his heart started to hurt. "I'm not ready to say goodbye!" He fell into Alfred, hugging him tightly. "It's not the right time!"

"We've had more than enough time in this world. If it weren't for Jacota, we would have died thousands of years ago."Alfred held an arm out for Sam when Hunter moved onto Flora, staring at her face, memorising every wrinkle, the shape of her eyelashes, the curl of her lips. She looked so peaceful. "Samuel, we might not have known that you were our grandson by blood, but you have always been a part of this family."

Sam hugged him. The lump in his throat watered his mouth, and the tears fell without his control. Oh, how he prayed for more time to know them as his grandparents. To live among them and be treated like a family member was enough. Flora and Alfred loved him even without knowing that they were related. They had always been grandparents to him. They always will.

"I can't hold on much longer," Alfred smiled and went back to cradling his daughter in his arms. "How blessed we have been for this wonderful life."

"I don't want you to go!" Margo cried as Panuleon started healing Scott.

Sam sat on the floor next to Hunter with the same lost expression. One minute Flora was alive, the next she was dead, and nobody paid enough attention to see how it happened. She was pushed over. Something so simple ended her life.

Scott wished that he told them to stay out of the war, but knowing Flora and how stubborn she was, they would have never left. Fighting until the end seemed like the most natural way, the way he had always seen her death.

Alfred slowly fell limp in his daughter's arms. One arm was around Margo, and the other rested softly on the side of Flora's face. Margo cried harder against him. She was unprepared for losing her parents. It happened so suddenly.

Anthony rubbed her back, staring at Alfred's eyes as they focused straight ahead of him, empty and blank.

Sam shook Hunter's shoulder when he stopped breathing. Hunter also stopped blinking, only able to stare at his deceased grandparents with a strange shimmer in his eyes.

"I'm not-" Hunter started and choked on his words. He took a moment to compose himself, or to at least control the trembling in his hands. "I'm not grieving for anyone until these demons have paid for what they have done. I promised Jay I wouldn't grieve. I can't."

The demons were still standing around, shocked by their leader's death. When Hunter changed into his wolf and charged into the nearest demon, ripping the arm from his body, the rest saw that as an opportunity to fight once more.

"This is not good," Panuleon murmured to his soulmate. "The demons will do whatever they want now that Lucifer is dead."

Corey watched Hunter tear into another demon. He may not be grieving, but he was quite clearly losing his stability. "We should tell Jacota to find the tear they've come from; he can close it."

"How will we handle all the demons? We're getting outnumbered." Panuleon was nervous. Too many lives were lost, and it seemed like the demons were only now starting to enjoy the battle.

Corey too felt like his hope was fading until he saw his son tripping up a hell-hound and stomping on his head.

"We are the prodigies," he whispered, staring at his son's beautiful gold eye as it shined in the moonlight. "We have powers too. Maybe we can use them?"

Panuleon stared into his soulmates eye, catching the ring of gold around his pupils, meshing perfectly with the blue. He then thought about Kaiden's gold wings and wondered how strong their power would be if the prodigies worked as a team. "We need to get everyone together," he said, suddenly forgetting about the death of Flora and Alfred and focusing on winning the war, so they didn't lose anyone else.

Zachariah had joined Jed and John, who fought with Oliver and Vinny. Nobody seemed to be struggling, but nobody seemed to be making much progress. Demons lay in the grass along with angels and werewolves. Still, the crowd looked like it had barely shrunk in size.

"Angelette!" Panuleon shouted, pulling Corey along with their hands tied with the shoelace that soaked in other peoples blood. The elder angel stood to the side, analysing the situation with a grave face. She didn't look like she was bursting with hope either. "What do you know about our power?"

"Your power? You mean to say, the power of the gold that swirls in your son and husbands eyes? The gold that covers Kaiden's wings, and the gold that lives on the surface in Vincent, Oliver, Rayvon, Milokan, and yourself?" She watched Panuleon nod, and her eyes brightened. "You are the golden prodigies for a reason. Your power, once activated, is as powerful as a God and more. Imagine the strength you'll create with Jacota involved too."

Panuleon knew she was indirectly saying that their powers would defeat the demons. He wasn't sure why they didn't think about themselves sooner. They were designed for this war. The angels might be flawed, but they are not stupid enough to expect ordinary beings to fight for them.

"Let's get to Jacota!" Corey yelled when demons started to pay attention to them.

They worked as a team as they ran through the crowd. Panuleon's heart didn't thump quite as hard when he felt Corey's small hand gripping his wrist, and his body pressed up against him. Tying their hands together was the best thing they could have done. The pain of being separated would have occurred more times tonight than what they could count on both hands. Demon's liked to torture before they killed.

Jacota fought off a big group of hell-hounds who thought they could overpower the God. It was satisfying for Corey to see how much Jacota had grown regarding his confidence. He was dominant, and he knew it.

"You need to find the tear!" Panuleon yelled, helping fend off a demon with blood gushing from what seemed like every pore. "There's just too many-"

"I know where it is!" Jacota replied, looking around for Hunter and spotting him ploughing into the biggest demon he had ever seen. It was a tall man with huge muscles ripping from his clothes. Judging by the demon's menacing grin, he was ready to sink his hands into a wolf's throat.

"Close it, then gather those who were made for this war. It's about time we end this. We can't lose more people!" Corey said, wincing at an angel who showed her wings in a last attempt to get away, but the demon's caught her and started pulling out fists of her feathers. "We'll look out for Hunter."

Jacota zapped the demon's with crackling lightning bolts, and the angel fell to the ground, scooping up her precious feathers.

"Cordelia, come with me," Jacota ordered, glancing one last time at his mate before turning and running through the woods. He knew about Flora and Alfred. The pain in Hunter's heart made his own body tremble with misery. Flora, the sweet old lady with words of wisdom and a cheeky personality was gone, and the world had lost a remarkable woman. Alfred, Flora's number one fan and a loving granddad was lost too, still being held in the arms of his daughter, even when he couldn't hug back.

He knew their souls had gone to heaven and they were together and in peace. It would take a while for Hunter to come to terms with that. Jacota knew with the right care and affection, his mate would learn to live without his precious Nana. He had no choice.