Although the eagle's talons were massive, once they closed around me, I could only crouch or sit inside—there wasn't enough room to stand upright. It flew fast, yes, but the ride was steady. The wind howled past my ears as I sat numbly in that makeshift airborne prison, overcome by despair. What kind of fate was waiting for me when this flight ended?
Vincent had once told me that not all animals / plants on this continent were intelligent shifters. Take hyenas, for example—they might grow huge in size, but they remained nothing more than savage beasts. Completely unintelligible. In their eyes, I was nothing more than a tasty meal.
So, what about this eagle? Was it an intelligent shifter—or just another beast?
The journey was long and torturous, both physically and mentally. The high alt
