Sarah
The bitter, coppery taste of blood was in my mouth, it trickled down my throat like hot soup. And it took everything I had not to throw everything up everything in my stomach.
I hated this, hated that I had to hunt to stay alive.
I wasn’t an animal; I became an animal there was a difference.
I had thought it would have gotten easier, but it had been over a week and every time I had to feed it got worse.
I paused; one giant paw lifted off the ground. If I could have frowned, I would have.
A week? Had it been a week or had it been longer. It was so hard to keep track of time in my animal body. Almost like slowly but surely my human mind was fading away.
This was the reason that shifter didn’t stay for prolonged periods in their animal form. The animal would sooner or later t
