She was home.
She was a Sky Reaper.
The Reapers were kind, but fierce; gentle, yet ruthless when provoked; peaceful, yet never backed down from or during a fight. They were the loyal, loving family she’d been robbed of most of her life.
Mess with one Reaper, however, you mess with them all.
That thought made Dally smile. They’d taken her in, made her family…and an officer! They didn’t measure her worth by the level of her base. They trusted her implicitly, completely, and without question.
And she loved them more than any words could ever convey.
Tears of joy filled her eyes as she looked out into the sky. She saw a familiar shape flying toward her window. Her red-tailed raven, Poe, dove playfully at her before landing on the ledge next to her. He dropped a note by her hand and stared at her impatiently, waiting for her to read it.
Obsi rubbed the side of her index finger on Poe’s beak before picking up the note. “Oh, it’s from Lady!” she exclaimed. Her brow furrowed as she read. She jumped off the sill onto the chamber floor and grabbed her cape.
“Come on Poe,” she said urgently. “We’ve got to go. Drude is in jail!”