Ep 46
Only there were no feet. Neither claws nor hooves or anything remotely resembling feet. There were, however, scales, lots of scales. Just the smooth belly scales of a snake.
A SNAKE!
Why on earth was she a snake?!
And she wasn’t sitting back on her haunches. Oh no. That would be too normal.
She was coiled, Coiled!
Her tongue was constantly flicking through the air. And she could taste it.
Well, brilliant. Logan had told her to let the tiger have her body but, no.
Flick out went the tongue again. The air tasted like mud and fur and ozone.
How did she know what ozone tasted like? There were other things too; the taste of humans and shifters. The slight taste of smoke from a campfire miles away.
The taste of the different trees, the taste of rabbits, mice and
