“Around her the sea became inky. Swimming at dusk made her nervous, other animals became active and began hunting. Last week she’d glimpsed what could’ve been a shark. She hadn’t stayed around long enough to find out. It was times like this she wondered if she should’ve been a Were-snake safe in front of the heater. She swam toward the shore, her body a sleek torpedo slicing through the water. She did a spiral and scattered a school of fish without catching one. Then there was the fun only a sea...l could have and she knew she’d done the right thing. A snake could never feel the weightless glide and sweep of water over fur. In the shallows on her stomach, her heart found the rhythm of the waves as they pushed against her. The power that the infection had given her was never far from reach, but she always had to prepare herself for the shift between forms. It was kind of like breaking her leg to prove she could heal in under five seconds. The pain was over before it really began and with each shift it lessened.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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