Caden
When I wake up to the birds living in the tree outside my window singing the song of their people, all I want to do is grab a gun and shoot them. Do they have to be so flipping loud?!
‘Ouch, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed,’ Fenrir chuckles as I groan at the bright sunlight. ‘How are you feeling right now? Notice anything different?’
‘Different?’ I ask while rubbing sleep from my eyes.
‘There are horns at the top of your head. I obviously can’t see them, but I can feel them.’
“HORNS?!” I roar. “WHAT THE f**k?!”
Faster than lightning, I rush over to the mirror inside my bathroom, staring at the curled horns that look like they would belong on a ram. The only difference is that these are black and far more demonic-looking.
My hands hesitantly reach up to touch them,
