Shifter Short Stories
When we're not working at the clinics, we typically volunteer to help homeless people and children in foster care.
All of us bunnies in the gang were orphans. Our parents either abandoned us or were killed when we were young. Unfortunately, that's common in our species, unlike other shifters. That's how the Biker Bunnies were formed. The first leader wanted us to make our own family.
We order some food, and just as it's being served, I hear a couple of bikes pulling up. That's not unusual at a biker bar, but my heart starts racing. My bunny, Tilly, starts hopping around in my head.