Caleb glared at his sister. His hand pressed against the bleeding calf muscle that was almost torn off. The bite looked deep, but it would take less than an hour to heal. Her uncle gave Caleb a handkerchief to bind the wound. Shelagh stood with a sullen pout over her brother as she wiped her mouth on the neckline of her pink T-shirt dress and left a streak of a bloodstain on it. Her mother shrieked in exasperation. Blood was hard to remove from cotton fabric.
It’s funny that what this household considers commonplace is probably horrific to a human.
Tomorrow, her family would venture into the woods, then shape-shift into a land-based predatory animal to hunt or merely to run around. And by habit, they would leave her alone in the house. It was like being the permanent designated driver wh
