Snippet #2708865

Theo regretted putting a spell on his house to detect magic signatures that weren't his own. In hindsight, it had been a good idea. Protection was always good, but the second the alarm went off right after he climbed into bed, his swears probably could've been heard a mile away.

He didn't bother changing out of his Batman pajama pants, just called up the signature and placed a tracking spell on it. The outskirts of the city were the worst, where rogue werewolves resided and the barrier between that haven and the human world was the weakest. He cursed a couple more times as he ran a hand through his air. One more time tonight he'd be going out, that was it.

So with a sigh, he took off his shirt, revealing a set of black wings that had seen better days. Flying was faster than walking, and the tracking spell would only last so long. Gods help him if she ripped her stitches or got hurt again. He couldn't let her get hurt on his watch. He owed that much to his own kids. With a sigh, he tucked his shirt under his arm, opened a window, and took to the sky.