Wayne's communicator crackled to life. "Wayne Yates, multiple White Devil Eagles inbound! Sound the alert if you have eyes on them. Also, get inside the fortress—now—we can't have you in the open."
An older voice barked back through the line. "We know. But this time is different. A monarch-level demon is rumored among them, one that specifically targets fortress tamed birds. Orders are to kill any uncertain beasts, including your eagle, to prevent infiltration or sabotage."
Wayne's heart iced over. "Ash—kill Ash? No, you can't!" He pivoted desperately to his beloved companion, which ruffled its feathers in confusion.
"Those are the orders," the voice snapped. "We can't risk a disguised demon infiltration. Now comply or face charges. Over and out."
Wayne sank to his knees. Fear and fury seized him. Kill Ash? My only loyal friend? He couldn't let that happen. He'd protect Ash no matter the cost.