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She had barely gotten off at her stop when it started. A hissing was the only warning she got, and then searing pain lanced through the back of her neck. With a yelp, Adi jumped and slapped at whatever was hurting her. Her fingers connected with warm fur. She grabbed whatever it was, and claws tore out of her skin as she flung a small tabby through the air. The animal landed gracefully on its paws before tensing to launch itself at Adi again. Adi didn’t wait around—she ran.
Her feet pounded the pavement, her panting providing the rhythm for her panic. Something was different. She had gotten used to their occasional aggressive posturing throughout the week, but generally, the spirit animals had left her alone. Most of her time had been spent inside the library or her room, so her conta
