Chapter86

#Chapter86

If he was cold, I could warm him. Hot, I could cool him. Dead, I could revive him.

I wake on the hard stones of the beach, empty and alone. The night gives way to day as the sun begins to break through in shades of orange and pink, yellow, and beyond—the lightest blue. The blood that drained from within me has dried, and I shed my clothes to wash them and myself in the ocean.

The godly strength I felt is gone, but the ocean water is not frigid against my skin. Overwhelming hunger has surfaced, but the great understanding I once had has dimmed. I'm one of them now. I can feel the need to shift inside me, but I'm scared of how it will feel; how I may change not only physically, but mentally.

My stomach thunders, furious from starvation.

They hunt. They tear away at their fresh kill, bloody and raw.