And here she'd been worried about being a vampire or a werewolf because it would be a little hard to adjust to drinking blood or shape-shifting on full moons. Okay, so maybe not just like those, but close enough. As in a lizard, just like the ones she'd seen sunning themselves in her backyard. Now she knew.Īccording to her dear ol' dad, she was.
For the last few months, she'd struggled to identify the type of non-human blood that rushed through her veins. The answer spun back just as quick.īecause you're not all human. Why does my life have to be so damn hard? The question rolled around her head like a Ping-Pong ball gone wild.
She just stood there, air trapped in her lungs, while she stared through the wisps of hair at the trees swaying in the breeze. A gust of late August wind, still chilled by her father's departing spirit, picked up her long strands of blond hair and scattered them across her face. Kylie Galen stood on the porch outside the Shadow Falls office, panic stabbing at her sanity.
Whispers at Moonrise (Shadow Falls, #4) by C.
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