The Beasts [Book 1]

CHAPTER TWELVE - On Gentle Wings

"Just relax, love! We're going to be fine. Just as long as you keep your wits about you, little messenger girl." Her voice, who'd she decided to name Louise, cooed. "It's beginning. But it won't hurt as much as the others. We are small, we are swift! We will shift quickly."

Jasmine lay on the ground next to Jacob, the huge bull, panting slightly as she felt her bones compress themselves into a tight little box. The most painful part of the transition, she thought, was the small white wings bursting from her back, splintering her shoulder-blades.

She managed to hold back her wails, her talons scraping across the rock. They didn't leave any marks, she was too tiny. She looked up with a soft chirp, tucking her wings closely to her sides. Everyone was so big! Just like they were when she was a regular human. But she felt ready. She couldn't fight, no. But she could call for help if they needed. She could survey the battlefield, let her friends know of danger before the danger became apparent to them!

She spread her wings and pushed off, nearly tumbling over and falling to the ground multiple times, but despite her fear, she kept on trying. It was like the others didn't exist, though she saw their mouths moving. She swept up into the air, cutting through it easily. One so small would be hard to see, though she was white.

Jacob had returned to his former state, and held out his hands for her to land on. She swooped down, landing on his hands. She chirped, flapping her wings before taking off once more.

She could see so much more as a dove! The rocks that littered the landscape had little mosses growing inside their cracks, a stream bubbled somewhere far in the distance. She chirped before deciding to fly back to her little group of friends, hoping when they did make it to the castle they'd all get out safe and sound...