blade at Casey and wordlessly let him wither beneath my glare.
He slowly got up and backed away. “Sorry?”
With that, he fled. I dismissed the knife and headed to bed, ready to sleep
and hopefully wake without the persistent feeling that I was a fraud wearing
someone else’s clothes.
> 28
Savannah
My eyes fluttered open, and I gently closed them again as I did my best to
hide from the day.
Ugh. No more murderous psychopaths, please.
At least my dreams had been free of demons and sorcerers and monsters.
It had just been me and Jaxson, running free as wolves, with nothing to fear.
Of course, that suggested a whole host of additional problems I didn’t want to
face this morning, either.
My jaw stretched wide in a yawn, and I forced my eyes open. Soft
morning light filtered into the room, and dust motes softly danced in the rays.
There was a peace in my soul that belied the danger that hung over all our
heads. We’d disrupted the sorcerer’s plans, but he was still out there, most
likely scheming up a way to take revenge.
I stretched out my legs and froze.
Something was wrong.
I snapped my head down. Everything was fur and paws.
With a yelp, I leapt up, or tried to. My four legs tangled in the sheet, and I
flipped over and out of bed with a thud.
I twisted and scrambled as I tried to disentangle myself from the sheets.
Finally, I struggled free and paced back and forth.
Okay. I’m a wolf. I’ve done this before. All I have to do is shift back.
I focused my mind, straining with the human part of my being that was
now trapped inside the wolf.
Nothing happened.