We mean no harm.

Sarah pov

I'm not myself anymore.

This shift is nothing compared to those I've experienced over the years.

For as long as I can remember, I struggled to shift; it took an agonisingly long time while my bones snapped and rearranged for the cat.

Today, however, it was quick. It was only seconds, which was at least ten times worse than any other shift ever before.

Unlike my previous experiences, I was forced back, somewhere in Talia's mind, whereas usually, it was just me who was present. God, how lonely Talia must've felt all those years, stuck in the back of my mind, hopeless and unable to communicate. My poor, beautiful Talia.

But that's not all that surprises me. Talia is massive. All these years, everyone thought my cat was small and weak because that's how we presented ourselves next to every other cat, but I loved her nevertheless.

I didn't care that she was different in more ways than one; all I wanted was to have Talia back. To have her by my side, not just her body, while