Grrr...

A group of teenagers stands there, a terrified look on their faces. One of the girls has her hands over her mouth. You stare at her, then growl loudly. This pathetic bunch is all that stands between you and freedom. You laep at the girl... and another teen, probably her boyfriend, steps in your way. You close your teeth on his arm. Blood rushes into your mouth, but instead of finishing the job you let go and spring through the gap that has opened. As you spring down the street, you feel your human consciousness tugging at your cat one. Uh-oh, you think. You turn a corner...

Written by Katy

The Changing

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