A gasp escapes my lips as I stumble forward, my palms smacking against the cold, hard tiles just in time to break my fall. The impact reverberates up my arms, the pain almost unbearable.
“Well done, Miss Woods!” Mrs. Krane’s sharp, clipped voice cuts through the air from somewhere to my right. “You’re getting close to your transformation! I can hear your bones shifting in and out from all the way over here!”
Oh, you best believe my damned bones shifted in and out. It hurts like hell.
Lying sprawled on the gym’s icy floor, my chest heaves like a fish flopping on dry land. Every muscle in my body screams in protest.
It takes everything out of me not to cry out in frustration.
A gentle hand lands on my shoulder, its warmth a stark contrast to the chill of the floor. I don’t have to look
