On the sand, the men lined up the specially made nylon bags that would strap around their bodies in animal form, holding the clothing they now wore and the few mementos they’d been allowed to take. Then with the exception of Leander, Olivia, and two other females who held the children in their arms, the gathered group disrobed silently and swiftly, Shifted to panther, and stood waiting.
Edward was last.
He’d long ago decided he preferred his human form to the animal one. He didn’t want to be human, but he enjoyed fine clothing and fine dining and all the elevated pleasures of the highest of their society, such as eating with a knife and fork, not tearing into steaming, bloody flesh with his fangs. He was not looking forward to running around in the jungle like so many primitive beasts.
