“What other shifters are there besides werewolves, bear-shifters and mermaids?”
“Fairy witches?” I offer.
“Ah, like Tammy. Isn’t she like the queen bee shifter?”
“In a way, yes.”
“Because she can go from bear to panther to bird to mouse—all in a night!”
“All in a few minutes. No full moon needed.”
“Exactly. But... she’s not ashiftershifter. It’s fairy magic.”
She nods, getting it but not getting it. Heck, I’m not sure I even get it. “You want some food now, Sammie?” she asks me.
“I do, yes.”
I pull up my food ordering app, and soon $75 worth of Indian food is on its way, as if by magic.
When I’m done, Mary Lou says, “This guy didn’t have an aura then?”
“No, and his eyes looked weird, too.”
“Weird how?”
“For a brief moment, he had a vertical pupil and his lids blinked sideways.”
“Oh, my God. Maybe he’s a crocodile shifter? Crocodiles have pupils like that, right?”
“I think so. Look it up.”
“Alright, hold on.” She pulls out her phone, taps the screen, and sips her wine. “Yes, they do. Apparently, like many ambush predators, it helps them see clearly at night and in the day. I read a book once that featured were-gators.”
“Oh? By who?”
“Hang on, I have it here on my Kindle... a J.R. Rain and H.P. Mallory. It’s part of a series called Misty Hollow.”
I cringe. There’s that name again. Are you seriously plugging your other series, J.R. Rain? Have you no shame?
“Well, I’ve never seen one before, a were-gator, I mean.”
“But you think this guy might be a dino shifter?”
“I hate to say it... but yeah, I’m leaning that way.”
“Because he might have stolen the razor bone?”
“Raptor bone, and yeah.”
“Don’t shifters have to get... you know, bitten by someone infected?”
“They do, unless...”
“Unless what?”
“He’s creating something from scratch.”
“Is that even possible?”
