As scared as I was, it was nothing compared to how horrified Gemma felt. When I forced myself to go back to her, she was collapsed on the floor of her bedroom. Stuck halfway between panther and girl, her usually green eyes were tinged orange. Her mouth and nose fused together in a muzzle. Two velvety ears poked out from between her curtain of dark brown hair and her hands curved like claws at the end. I steeled my nerves, crept forward, and patted her shoulder.

"It's…its okay, Gemma,” I said. A low growl rumbled from her throat and she scratched at the wood-bare floor.

"How is this going to be okay?”

"I don't… I mean. This is kind of cool, right? You have this power. You're like a super-hero or something,” I said. Gemma snorted and rolled her eyes.

Book 2 - Shadowshifter

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