Chapter Sixteen
ISAAC
But it was only for a moment. “No, of course not. The scarring looks much, much worse when you’re younger, you know? Right after the scorch. The skin is still all red and pink and blotchy. But after a while, the pigmentation fades, and it becomes like it is now.”
“Pale. Deathly pale. But otherwise it’s not really that obvious, unless you’re up close.”
“Why do you ask, Lillian?”
“Just wondering.”
“So, why did you use to care about what you looked like during the shift?”
“When a shifter changes, there’s a moment in between, where we’re no longer one form, but not quite the next one yet. The flesh you see there, it’s horrible. It’s scar tissue quickly breaking and reforming, tearing and healing. It’s a soup of bones and ligaments and blood and… gunk.”
He nodded,
