Daisy woke to the taste of pennies and dirt, her mouth a graveyard of small deaths she couldn't quite remember. Dead leaves pressed patterns into her bare skin like temporary tattoos drawn in grime and desperation. The Los Angeles skyline swam above her through a lattice of scrub brush, city lights blurring like she was seeing them through fever dreams or old tears.
Twilight? The call echoed through empty spaces in her mind where her leopard should have been. The familiar weight of that other self, that piece of her soul wrapped in fur and fury, was just... gone. Like trying to touch a phantom limb, reaching for something that should have been there but wasn't.
Her hands were maps of dried blood and broken flesh. A rabbit lay twisted nearby, its death written in torn fur and the copper t
