MARA
Ria hums in my mind, satisfied but restless. It’s been six months since I’ve shifted, and tonight was when I released her.
The cool twilight air still sticks to my skin as a testament to my run which left a trail of euphoria and pleasure in me.
The run was like a stolen moment where I could just exist as I am, without the pressure of my disguise or the suffocating rules of this human world.
But as I approach the dorm window from the woods, the sharp tang of alcohol and the smear of too-bright makeup meet my senses.
It is Axel.
Of course, it had to be her.
She’s perched at the window, fumbling with the latch, her glittered dress shining bright under the moonlight.
She's stumbling, her high heels dangling loosely from one hand. The strong smell of vodka clings to her, making
