The weather was changing, slowly but surely. The cold was setting in, and the heavy coats came out, making us walk a little bit slower for the extra weight on the animals. Everyone was treating me differently. Danny was sticking close to me, sitting next to me and talking to me all the time. I didn’t dare tell him to leave me alone, his loss of his brother was thick on my mind with guilt, and I couldn’t help but blame myself. He died because of me. Because of this war, this fight; over me. If only I could have been a normal shifter, or hidden my magic instead of using it at the funeral, then everything would be different. I’d be at the shifter kingdom married to some shifter duke or earl, living in their house staring absently at the garden as I tried to find things to entertain myself
