Easton
I had seen Arianna become a wolf, a hawk, a mountain lion, a mouse, and enough other animals that I’d stopped pretending any of it was normal.
Watching her become another person was different.
A lot f*****g different.
One minute Arianna stood in front of me in the spare room at Braxton’s house, auburn hair falling around her shoulders while she complained that everyone needed to quit staring. The next, her face began changing. Her cheekbones sharpened, her nose narrowed, her hair darkened and shortened, and even the shape of her body shifted subtly beneath the loose clothes she’d chosen for the transformation.
Thirty seconds later, Helena stood in front of me.
I stared.
Arianna—or Helena, which was already messing with my head—put one hand on her hip.
“Stop looking at me lik
