Trepidation lashed over my skin as I wondered what this all meant. If I was somehow different from the other Descendants—able to read the coded texts of an Angel race from eons ago, then maybe I was meant to do more than just follow my people into war. Maybe I could somehow figure out how to channel the Angel’s power and use that power against the horseback bringers of death. Maybe I was meant to be the one that led them into war, and maybe, just maybe, be the one to win it for us.
