There was a little light in his chest. It flickered next to Tep’s flame. It helped him focus. Fight. He was not sure how. Fight what? But that was a question for someone else. Tep would figure it out. Raziel would know. He had to stay focused on protecting. Finding the potential threats. That’s what made him Azzy.
The light within him flashed rapidly. Was protecting not what it wanted? But it had to be. It wanted him to be Azzy. Azzy protects.
His heart beat faster. He shook the thoughts out of his head.
Better not to think at all.
Tep stopped. Azzy stopped behind him. He didn’t ask why they