TEASER FOR CHAPTER 15 - POSSIBLE SPOILERS _____________________________________________________
I stared at my white fur, which was stained with dirt and blood. I no longer felt like this form was a disguise; I truly felt like it was me. It wasn’t, though. This form was nothing more than a poorly planned lie…a fabricated shape, representing a hope to become something greater than I was. My entire existence here was nothing more than a fabrication. I needed to change that.
I glanced up at Misha, who was still combing through the thick fur on my neck. He seemed to be letting me consider whether or not I would confess the truth to him. What would Misha think, if he saw the real me? I could hardly even grasp an image of who I once was. It was difficult to even imagine transforming back into that form after everything that had happened, and I wasn’t sure that I would be able to if I tried.
Misha placed his hand over my heart. “What’s wrong?” His soft voice asked as his other hand caressed my face.
I grabbed his hand and rolled over him, pinning him down gently. He smiled softly as I looked down at him with a conflicted expression. I towered over him as he gazed into my eyes. I slid my padded hand across his soft skin, tracing the lines of his abdomen. As I gazed upon his soft body with a look of shame, he stared back up at me with his dark, hopeful eyes. I took a deep breath and relished the last moments of my fabricated existence. It was time to confess the truth.