Puppy Love
But knowing that our driver had betrayed us, I suspected it might just be us.
The guards, too, returned to their human forms, their faces marked with the scars of a hard-fought victory. We had protected each other, and I was grateful for their loyalty.
"My father would know of your devotion," I told them, and they bowed respectfully.
They pulled the metal off the road, and we entered the van to continue our journey, leaving the corpses on the road for scavengers to find. They did not deserve to be honoured in death. Vultures would do for them. They also did not smell like they were from around here. The stench of fish on their furs gave me all the information I needed.