Shifting Silence

Laura Bickle

Laura Bickle

This witch takes in strays. Stray animals, not stray ex-boyfriends, magical cultists, or shifters. At least, that used to be the rule…

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Read an excerpt from Shifting Silence

I scrambled through the ruined windshield, gun aimed before me. Renan was holding on to the crocodile’s neck for dear life, while the croc started a barrel roll in the narrow ditch. Dirty water splashed all around them, and I had a hard time sighting the gun in on my target without risking hitting Renan.

         I slid down the hood of the Jeep and landed in the ditch, water up to my knees. The croc’s black eye emerged, and its jaws snapped toward me. I aimed at the croc’s head and pulled the trigger not once, but twice, three times…

         The crocodile flopped back into the water. Renan jumped to the bank panting, and the croc grew still as the roar of the gunfire receded.

         Shaking, I lowered the gun.

         “Will that do it?” I whispered. “Will that kill him, or will he heal?”

         Renan walked toward me. As he moved, I heard the crunch of his bones reorganizing, limbs lengthening. I stared in fascination, watching that red fur ripple over him and fade, twisting into the shape of a man.

         “I think he’s dead. And there’s no healing the dead,” Renan said.