It started out as a strangled moan, tossing and turning, a groan. Rose twisted and turned, her eyes popping open and her mouth gaping in an effort to scream but nothing came out. Her fingers dug into the bed, her spine arched off the mattress, her skin seeming to tighten to her body, constrict her, force her bone to push out, trying to get free. Then her eyes filled, turning into a color as deep crimson as an open wound. There was the loud sound, her bones cracking, repositioning themselves, then her skin began to burn. It burned and it itched as course needle like hair sprang up out of her skin. She tried to scream again but her throat was no different than the rest of her body; it too changed. She growled, roared and sprang up off of the bed.
Someone had been in her territory, only two
