#Chapter90
Survival
I glance back at its lifeless form, a hint of apprehension and circling questions and shake my head, removing that doubt completely. Shifters would revert to person after death, and it's still a pretty sizeable black fur rug over there. Creating a dark mass against the trees.
I felt anger, and rage, and instead of fear, I wanted to exert my dominance. I instinctively protected myself with something I conjured up, and I haven't come in contact with anything like this that I can ever recall. Not recent enough to absorb anyway, and I know it wouldn't have stayed with me. Absorption doesn't last, like it hasn't with Colton's gifts.
