Marked by Fate
“No… You can’t love, you can’t—”
Drake grabs my waist, yanking me back as another bone snaps.
Baylee is transitioning.
Our kind never transitions this young. Eighteen is the standard. Sixteen at the earliest, and even then, it can kill. The pain alone is often fatal.
But this? This is unthinkable.
Layla whimpers. Even she can’t stomach this. But we have no choice.
As Baylee’s face stretches, her skull reshaping into a snout, my legs buckle. I collapse into Drake’s arms.
Sikat na Kabanata