Onyx
My heart is in my throat as I see the shapeshifter get too close to Sarah. Then, the transformation happens. It’s so quick and graceful that I can’t help but admire Dennington’s girl. I hear the creaking of bones, signifying the pain she must be in but she does it as if it’s nothing. No whimper escapes her lips. No growl emits from her muzzle as she embraces her wolf. She’s only slightly bigger than the natural wolf, with a patch of white shaped like a star on her left cheek.
Beyond them, I can barely see Grace and Fox, hidden behind the bushes. All I see are flashes of white as Grace seems to be performing her famous scent spell, a Grant power. My nose barely catches the scents that may be swapping right before our eyes, when the shapeshifter gets too close.
Dash and I move a li
