Here's a taste of 'Dark Angels'

Preface:
I ran all day. The temperature dropped and I wondered if there would be snow tonight. I hoped it would hold off until after I could hand myself over to the Balance Keepers. The daylight was fading once more giving it's self over to the night. The forest was quiet around me as the rain began to fall. Taking advantage of the light drizzle, I paused in my headlong flight, and leaned my back against a giant redwood. As I took in deep breaths, trying to scent out my query, I caught another subtle change in the air. Snow. It would snow soon. The odor was an unmistakable clean crisp scent in the rain. It mingled with the heady aroma of the forest around me. A tear trickled down my cheek at the thought of leaving everything I loved behind. Saying goodbye to this place was painful. I drew in another deep breath of forest perfume trying to chase away the other memories, Gabriel's face, his touch, his scent. Every fiber of my being wanted to turn around and run back to him. To tell him I was so sorry for leaving him, but I could not do that. I had to try and save him! A sob welled up in my throat and I swallowed it back down as I pushed myself off the tree and began moving again. If I kept monving, I wouldn't have time to dwell on Gabriel. My pace was slower now; I was more intent on finding the Balance Keepers than putting more distance between Gabriel and myself. I worried that if I continued to run recklessly into the dense greenery, I would pass then up and they would find Gabriel rather than me. As the rain changed to snow I began to consider how much easier I would be tracked in the snow. If the wrong person were following me... I moved to the river ready to track through the water the minute the snow began to accumulate. At the waters edge, the wind changed and I could smell another presence in the forest. It was unlike anything I was used to, not human or animal. I knew instantly that it would be them. Sighing half with relief and half with resignation, I began moving in their direction. His voice suddenly rang out in the woods, and I froze, "Evangeline! Where are you!? Why did you run from me!?" The tears and anguish in Gabriel's voice broke my heart. I bit my lip; hard enough to draw blood once again, and turned away from the direction of his voice. Answering him now ould ruin any chance of saving him. I had to deep moving, now toward my fate. If I could reach them before he picked up my trail, I could still save him.