The chosen ( the hybrid)
my mom asked, her voice laced with an urgency that sent a shiver down my spine.
I stared at her, my heart pounding in my chest. How did she know? How could she possibly know about the transformation, the secret I had guarded so fiercely?
"Why are you pretending to be confused?" my mom asked, her eyes narrowing. And then, before my very eyes, she changed. Her features shifted, her bones contorted, and in a blink, she was a fox – a magnificent creature with fiery red fur and intelligent, knowing eyes. Then, just as quickly, she shifted back, her human form resuming as if nothing had happened.
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