“No!” Lucky squeaked, staring down at the broken feather in horror. And now that she knew what she was looking for, it wasn’t the only one. There were several that were frayed like it, and plenty more out of place. Compared to Lightning’s smooth wings, her own were a mismatched patchwork quilt. She held out her other wing, and found more of the same on that side. At least the soap made them not stink so bad.