He
had his arm around his girl of the evening, a short, thin, dark
twenty-one-year-old from somewhere way out in the sticks. (I’d carded her.) I gave her a close look. Jason didn’t know it, but she was a
shape-shifter of some kind. They’re easy
to spot. She was an attractive girl, but
she changed into something with feathers or fur when the moon was full. I
noticed Sam gave her a hard glare when Jason’s back was turned, to remind her
to behave herself in his territory. She
returned the glare, with interest. I had
the feeling she didn’t become a kitten, or a squirrel.
(from Dead To The
World by Charlaine Harris)
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