Matthew
"Sorry," I say, trying to be nonchalant though my vision is spotting black with pain, mustering a final smirk. "It's been quite a few years since I've done this."
Celeste's knees are shaking, her eyes wide, a blade of sunlight cutting across her wobbling jaw and the quivering dimples on her chin. She is trying to be brave, trying not to show her fear and her shock, but she has to lean against the grill of the car in order to prevent herself from collapsing. She gives a small nod to reassure me she isn't going to bolt. I can close the gap between us pretty quick once I've shifted, much faster than I am in human form.
It's agonizing—the more one shifts the less painful it becomes, but I have not overcome those growing pains yet so it feels every bit like my body is breaking and re
