AA Nash
I asked Josiah what it was like to shift once. He told me to imagine every joint coming out of its socket, every bone breaking, every major organ migrating through my innards, and itchy hair sprouting on every inch of my skin.
And I don’t even like to grow a beard.
Yes, it sounded excruciatingly painful, but I’m a soldier, I know pain. In the course of my career, both military and private, I’ve been slashed, shot, burned and broken bones. Hell, I died. I could handle a little shape shifting.
Or so I thought.
There I was, running barefoot, toward the gate in the inner wall. That wasn’t enough, I had to get to the outer wall and the forest beyond.
Maybe it was my imagination, but I felt faster. I felt like I could run for miles and not get tired.
I heard Louis behind me, cal
