*Molly*
“It’s alright,” Seth says, holding a kid in each arm. “Sage, everyone is fine. You can shift back.”
I hear him, but Sage is in complete control, and I can’t shift back. She sits on the edge of the area, taking in every moving thing. Every bug and bird could be a potential attacker and the anxiety continues to grow.
“Sage. Molly,” Seth says, nearly pleading, but I can’t answer him. “Everything is fine. There are going to be animals. They aren’t all shapeshifters.”
Sage continues to growl, holding control over me. I feel so helpless, but I also feel like the kids are safe.
Sage, we’re in the cloaked bubble. We’re safe.
A squirrel. That’s all she says, but I understand her few words completely. It was just one small squirrel that killed my dad because, in the end,
