Chapter 10: Busted!
Christian stands behind me and I can about feel the disapproval radiating off of him. It figures I'd get in trouble my first day here. And for such a lowlife as this asshole, too. It almost wasn't worth breaking his nose, but only almost.
The other no-souls back up even more to let the master factions sort this matter out and I feel like a piece of meat being dangled between two dogs.
"Max," Christian says, his voice sweet and deep like the black molasses mama used to put on porridge in the morning. "Go back to your post. I'll handle it from here."
Max rolls his shoulders. "She took blood from me," he rumbles, words slurring into a growl. "I'll take some back." With that his skin ripples and melts, reforming into a long dark snout with yellowed teeth and searing gold eyes above a snarl. It's a partial shift, the kind that takes the human side taller, leaner and stronger with a jaw of a wolf and the voice and mind fully of a man.