A flash of light against the darkening sky made Jason stop his horse. He had seen a lot of weird things happen during harvest season, especially considering it was Arkansas, but something that looked like a fireball falling to the ground was not one of them. The thunderheads gathering fast had convinced him it was time to head inside for the day, but his damned curiosity prodded him to watch the fireball come down.
Just as the thing sped out of sight above his pumpkin patch, the ground heaved, startling Set, his big black horse. The sound reached him a second later, a roar so loud his ears rang as he frantically fought to get Set under control.
“Fuck was that?” And no, Jason didn’t want to know why he expected Set to answer him. Still, the horse seemed to be of the same mind, prancing in place, pulling against the tightly held reins and nickering to Jason or the world in general.
Well, that answered Jason’s question. “Okay, we’ll go and see the thing. Maybe it was a meteorite?”
Jason prodded Set into a canter, not wanting to rush headlong into a gallop. Set was family as much as Jason’s brothers were and he refused to make the horse do anything that could endanger him.
The garden passed in a blur and they flew through the first couple acres of the massive pumpkin patch. Almost smack in the middle of the third acre, the rings of destruction started. Pumpkins overturned and torn from their vines marked the outer boundary. Gently reining in his horse, Jason carefully guided Set through the mess, wincing at the sheer amount of crop lost.
Reaching the center, he scrambled off Set’s back, stumbling once he hit the ground. It was not a meteorite.
Wings.
The huge appendages spread haphazardly across the ground, black as an oil spill. Flight feathers as long as his arm and splattered with pumpkin guts, but where was the monstrous bird such large wings belonged to?
Jason didn’t worry about Set when he dropped the ground tie. Horse would not wander away from his human without good reason and Jason didn’t want to chance some nasty, unknown parasite on the wings getting a hold of his companion. Set simply huffed and dug his nose in Jason’s back to get him moving, as if annoyed that Jason was looking out for his safety. Damn horse was too aware for a mere animal, in Jason’s opinion.
He crouched, moving as close as possible to the nearest part of the mass of inky feathers. They were so damned beautiful and he couldn’t help himself. Soft, silky warmth glided across his skin as slid his hand into the feathers, instead of the stiff bristle Jason was expecting, not when the damn things looked like they belonged on a raptor.
A gentle tug didn’t move the wing though, and there wasn’t even a twitch through it to show life if it was still attached to a living animal, so he yanked on it.
“Holy shit,” he breathed as the wing slid away.
The man curled underneath the feathers was beyond beautiful. Even in the weak light, the deep olive of his skin shone under grime from the pumpkin patch, stretched taut over a heavily muscled frame. Long, curly, raven-black hair partly obscured a Persian face. He was wearing the strangest clothes, a metal and leather top that split and left his side exposed with no fastenings that Jason could see. The fact that the large feet were bare was weird too. Guy looked like a fighter, so where were his shoes?
Jason put the myriad of questions cluttering his mind aside and gently brushed the being’s curls away from his face and neck, exposing the swan-like throat. He took a chance and lightly pressed his fingers to the spot just below the hinge of the jaw, and blew out a hard breath when he felt a heavy, slow beat.
Jason sat back on his heels and pulled out his phone. Danny and Levi were out of town until tomorrow, but Adam would work. The press of a button and Adam picked up after the second ring.
“I thought you’d be back at the house by now, Jace.” Little shit never did bother with a greeting. “The weather report is calling for a bad storm within the hour.”
“Yeah, I was heading in. Something happened.” Jason paused, not sure how much his brother would believe. He decided to keep it simple until Adam saw the man. “I found someone in the middle of the patch. He’s out cold and it’s getting too dark to tell how banged up he is, but he’s in desperate need of some clean up. Meet me at the door in about twenty minutes, okay?”
Adam groaned. “You and your strays.” And Jason was willing to bet Adam was rolling his eyes. “Fine. Twenty minutes. Haul ass.”
No good-bye either and Jason would wait to grouch at his brother later, after he dealt with the problem at hand. He fetched the extra horse blanket he kept in Set’s saddle bag, and spread it out as flat as possible. He tucked the giant wings as close to the man as feasible and rolled him belly down onto the blanket. Jason was no slouch, and the man wasn’t close to the weight he was expecting with so much mass, but Jason grew winded anyway from simply rolling him.