Shifter Short Stories
I assumed she would be another gorilla, but after searching the depths of every jungle, I have concluded she's somewhere else.
As I walk through the streets of New York, I look around, thinking I'm way over my head. What the hell made me think my mate would be here? I know they call this place the jungle, but it's not the type of jungle I'm used to. At least in my jungle, we have civility. Here, it's every man for themselves.