[Violet]
I stumbled back, blood soaking into the fabric of my sleeve. My chest heaved, and my jaw tightened.
If I couldn’t outrun it, then I needed to think of a better way to fight.
Without taking my eyes off the winged creature, I squeezed my wounded shoulder. To my surprise, I felt something poke my arm.
I looked down slowly. My nails had elongated and curved.
My eyes widened.
It couldn't be.
But there was no denying it. The impossible had happened—my claws were out. My claws… they were really out!
‘Does that mean?’ I quickly used my free hand to tap my lower back in search of the crest that had been embedded into my body.
The scar was still there, but my death might have somehow overwritten its suppressive power. Which meant only one thing:
"I can shift..." I whispered, my
