Princess Ayla
The more I looked at the picture, the more I gritted my teeth. The horrors this person must have endured were heartbreaking. And all of this was to get to me. I heard gasps and I looked up to find everyone staring at me.
“Ayla bear, are you okay?” My uncle asked, approaching me slowly like I was a predator ready to attack.
Xander snatched the folder from me before grabbing my wrists. He was now standing in front of me, and he placed my hands on his chest. I could see fear as I looked up at him. I noticed I had shifted, my arms now covered in scales.
“Breathe, Ayla. I know you are angry.” Xander said.
“Angry? I’m furious! Someone is killing them to get to me. And there’s not a damn thing I can do about it!” I yelled.
“Okay, I understand, but I need you to breathe,”
