The moment Ryan’s heavy leather boot crunched against the gravel directly outside Frayer’s driver-side door, every instinct in my body screamed in blind panic.
Poof.
A soft cloud of colourless air erupted inside the cabin as my human form collapsed, my clothes falling away into a loose pile as my skeletal structure shifted, condensed, and reformed. In less than a second, a fluffy, long-furred white Persian cat scrambled frantically out of the oversized jacket, diving headfirst through the tiny gap between the front seats.
I wedged myself deep into the dark, cramped space beneath the heavy canvas tarps and duffel bags in the back, curling into a tight ball, holding my breath so hard my whiskers trembled.
At least there were some advantages to being a small shifter.
Outside, the heavy
