“Tell me why you’re here.” Stephanie’s fingers traced the arm of the chair slowly as she thought about how to answer that. Why was she here? She sure as hell didn’t want to be. Everyone seemed to think there was… Continue Reading →
I didn’t even learn to shift until I was thirteen. It was painful, and Grandmother said it would likely always be difficult for me because my mother was foolish enough to get involved with a non-shifter.
Flora fluttered down to the Linder house with a sigh. The once-brown paint was peeling off the windowsill where Flora landed. She peered through the grimy window of the small house, taking only a momentary pause to look at herself… Continue Reading →
“Are you ready?” I yelled back at Elizabeth who was behind the counter starting up the second coffee maker. I could hear her sigh. “I think,” she replied weakly. I rolled my eyes. The girl’s lack of confidence had been… Continue Reading →