Pete waited in silence when the car pulled out. It wasn’t until about a minute later, when he couldn’t see the wheels anymore that he walked along the street and got behind a dumpster. There, he opened his black hoodie and folded it calmly, resting it on the moist ground right after. He wasn’t wearing a shirt under it, and once he undressed the jacket his black tattoos were visible. Peter took a deep breath, closing his eyes, and then his face muscles contracted in a expression of anguish. On his back, a volume ran up and down his spine, moving sideways until it looked like two thick bones were traveling both sides of his back. The skin around it became thinner and more transparent until it broke with a smooth sound, leaving behind only a few pieces of dead skin, two wings emerging like snakes from it. They were big and grayish. He then proceeded to fly as high as he could with his wings half open, so they would conceal him in shadows until he was high enough to be mistaken for a bird.<br/>He accompanied the car from a distance, and also from a distance he watched the quarrel between John and his boss. Usually, his job was easier since the siblings moved in together. They looked after each other. He had never witnessed anything like that before and was now extremely worried. Even before the argument violently ended, Peter felt a obscure shiver which cause him to approach the house. His heart was racing when the man picked up the long sword, sweat started running down his face. He wasn’t trained for that. He couldn’t come in. He only protect her indirectly. His eyes met Leo’s face and he stood up, walking toward her, not minding that he was probably being noticed. This could not happen. It was impossible. It<span style="font-style: italic">wasn’t</span>the plan. There should be something he could do, something to avoid losing her.<br/>That’s when he felt as if he was being watched, a unique feeling, so he looked up. At the eyes of human, that would look like a small white dot in the night, but he could see further. It was one of his kind. Elise. John’s guardian. She stood on top of a very tall building, staring at him. And she was crying.<br/>“Don’t.” he watched as her lips moves slowly. There was no sound, but she knew he could understand. “They’re time has come.”<br/>Peter shook his head. No. This couldn’t be what that feeling was, angels shouldn’t be allowed to watch their protégées execution. But once he turned around he realize there was no time for mental arguing: The blade was already pressed hard against Leo’s throat.<br/>That’s when he jumped into the window, shattering the glass and causing everyone to stare at him in surprise. Without hesitation, he stepped forward and grabbed the sword by the blade with his hand, the sound it produced was like the clash of steel on steel. Unfortunately, as well as he was doing so far, his left wing bashed hard against Leo. It shouldn't hurt her, since it was only soft feather, but it was still big and solid enough to make her stumble.<br/>"Step back" he hissed at the smaller man's direction, holding the sword firmly.