Pain I had never felt before surged through me. Death itself surged through me. Khimar was consuming me. I watched as his blood lifted from everything it stained like particles airborne. Streams from his body started to float like light toward me. I tried to get away, but it was already wrapping itself around me. My chest was hurting as if I had just lost my heart. Everything was hurting. I let out a scream, but Khimar swallowed me whole.
No. Wait. I was consuming him.
I was becoming one with Khimar.
The pain I was feeling was his.
I was a shifter.
The joy I felt overrode the pain that was consuming me.
I was a shifter.
The supernatural world would change.
I would change it.
I didn't know how long the process took, but when I came to, the blood moon was still shining through the window.
I was on my bed. I sat up.
"It was a dream," I told myself, looking around the room. There was no bloody mess. I clenched my fists with anger.
