A part of the story

Zara stormed into the house, her face flushed with anger and frustration. The usually fair and almost see-through colour of her skin turned a deep shade of red, like a sunset on a summer evening. Her father, perceptive as ever, sensed her intense emotions and approached her cautiously.

"Why did you hide it from me?" Zara's voice trembled with a mix of anger and hurt, her words sharp and piercing. Her father raised his hand in a calming gesture, urging her to take a deep breath and regain her composure.

Her eyes locked onto her father's, filled with a mixture of confusion and desperation. "What more are you hiding from me?" she demanded, her voice quivering with a sense of betrayal.

At that very moment, a surge of emotions overwhelmed Zara, and something extraordinary happened. It occurred in the blink of an eye, as her body underwent a breathtaking transformation. Her features contorted and shifted, bones reshaping beneath her skin. The air crackled with palpable energy as her form el