Kristen
I leaned close to the mirror and poked my face. It still looked like my ordinary face. Same cheeks, same nose, my lips were a little dry. I turned my head from side to side, but I still couldn’t quite grasp how I had changed my entire bone structure just a few hours ago.
Shifting hadn’t been a conscious decision. It just…happened. The kids were in trouble, I was full of fear and rage and adrenaline, and the next thing I know, something else was controlling my body. I was still there, still conscious, but I had no control. And then, it was an odd sensation… Ezra said it would be painful the first time, but it wasn’t really. It was uncomfortable, like cracking your knuckles or your toes, or like when your elbow gets stuck and you have to pop it out straight again. But the feeling
