I stared into a broken shard of the mirror, who am I? No. What am I? As I looked into the shard, I saw fur, black fur. I recognized it instantly, I was a panther. I'd seen them in pictures, but never had I thought I'd be one. How in the heck is this possible? How is any of this possible? I thought, confusion overwhel...
I had always been told that if I was destined to be a shifter, I would have found my inner animal by now. Well I never wanted to believe it, I came from a long line of shifters. I could not be the one to break the line, my parents would never look at me the same again. The day when I was bullied by my own teacher wa...