Outer Banks Shifting Script Template Novels & Stories

The distortion in my vision and the roaring in my ears fall away, my attention sharpening to a razor point. "What about her?" I snap. "You do know her?" I wait, my fingers fisting around the steering wheel, ready to rip it off. "An elderly cat shifter showed up here this morning suffering from four bullet wounds, including one to the head that should've killed her. She couldn't shift for a day, but she finally limped into my place, disoriented and badly dehydrated. "Cat shifters?" I repeated, my brain skipping in twenty directions. "Yeah. Jacqueline Dumont. You know her?"