As we enjoyed our meal, I asked Tyler to tell me about growing up in Oregon and living with shifters. He became wistful as he spoke.
“Klamath Falls is just a little bit bigger than Douglasville. My clan moved there and bought a ranch on the outskirts. Lots of land to roam and shift, if we were careful. It had to be at night because of the blinding whiteness of our beast when it’s let out.”
Tyler took a sip of his beer. “It’s desert dry in spots, lots of sagebrush. Man, it was awesome. I’d explore with my cousins. As I said the other day, we don’t shift until we’re sixteen, but the adults prepared us for the change. We would roam with them at night when they shifted, the youngest of us sitting on the backs of the adults. I watched the adults stalk prey and take down their quarry. When it
