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With that, he bent us backward and poured something nasty-tasting into my gasping mouth. I tried to spit it out, but he proved faster, dropping the bottle and slapping his hand over my mouth and nose.
The liquid, thick and sour, slid down my throat and my vision went dark.
Looked like I’d found the guy responsible for cursing people.
TEN
Upon regaining consciousness, I clambered to all fours while opening my eyes, and froze. My hands were gone. In their place were two bony white paws tipped with short nails. I fell over with a thump when my gaze focused on the black nose at the end of a black and white muzzle.
Climbing to my feet—paws—again, I bent and tucked my head to look under me. Yep, I was a dog, with white hair, pink belly, and hind legs ending in two more bony-looking paws. A long, black and white tail tucked between my hind legs as I watched.
Holy crap . Crazy Curseman had turned me into a dog.
I looked up, and then around, realizing I was still in the same alley. My clothes were gone, along with my keys, wallet, and cell phone. Okay, don’t panic .
Kate and the coven could break this spell. I just had to get to them. Closing my eyes, I pulled up an image of my office and tried to teleport.
Nothing happened.
I tried to call fire, to lift a rotting piece of newspaper, and finally, since I was in the Palisades, to contact Logan telepathically.
Not a damn thing resulted from those attempts, and a whimper escaped as realization crashed down onto me: For the first time in my entire life, I was truly alone. Worse, my abilities were gone, leaving me utterly helpless.
Numbness filled me, but I tried walking and made my way to the end of the alley. Everything seemed quiet, and I crept around the corner to look up at the street sign, wanting to know exactly where I was. My ears kept flicking, which felt extremely weird, and it took me a couple of minutes to make the letters be letters.
Wasn’t a street name I knew.
Turning, I saw my reflection in the large window of the corner store, and walked over for a better look. Ears flattening, I saw a largish, black and white mutt staring back. Definitely not as large as Leglin, and probably part Border Collie from the coloration, but not as long-haired. I turned my head from side to side. At least I’m not an ugly dog .
I opened my mouth, lips quivering upwards. Long, wicked looking canines appeared. I closed my mouth, lips falling back into place. Okay, maybe I’m not entirely helpless. I’m not little, and I have big, sharp teeth . My stomach gurgled. And I’m hungry .
Not dog enough to Lassie my way home, I decided the closest safe place was Logan’s garage. At least, it would be if lion and tiger shifters didn’t consider dogs chew toys. I hoped they didn’t. My immediate issue would be finding it.
I turned away from the shop window to look around the street. Nothing looked familiar on this block, so I trotted down to the next, pausing to look both ways before crossing. In the middle of the street, a better idea struck, and I halted to act on it, mentally calling Leglin.
Being magically bound to me, the hound could come when I called him, whether out loud or mentally, no matter how far apart we were.
At least, that’s what was supposed to happen.
It didn’t. Maybe Crazy Curseman’s magic was stronger or something.
I heaved a big sigh and began trotting again. Three blocks down, I spotted the little fast food joint where Nick had bought burritos for us during a previous trip to the Palisades. It offered some orientation, and after standing still for a few minutes, I had a mental map of how to reach the garage.
Progress! I set off at a run, my paws thumping across cement and asphalt, and quickly learned to slow down when making turns. The weight of my tail threw me off on the first one, my hind end going sideways while my front paws scrabbled for purchase.
I hoped I wouldn’t stay a dog long enough to
With that, he bent us backward and poured something nasty-tasting into my gasping mouth. I tried to spit it out, but he proved faster, dropping the bottle and slapping his hand over my mouth and nose.
The liquid, thick and sour, slid down my throat and my vision went dark.
Looked like I’d found the guy responsible for cursing people.
TEN
Upon regaining consciousness, I clambered to all fours while opening my eyes, and froze. My hands were gone. In their place were two bony white paws tipped with short nails. I fell over with a thump when my gaze focused on the black nose at the end of a black and white muzzle.
Climbing to my feet—paws—again, I bent and tucked my head to look under me. Yep, I was a dog, with white hair, pink belly, and hind legs ending in two more bony-looking paws. A long, black and white tail tucked between my hind legs as I watched.
Holy crap . Crazy Curseman had turned me into a dog.
I looked up, and then around, realizing I was still in the same alley. My clothes were gone, along with my keys, wallet, and cell phone. Okay, don’t panic .
Kate and the coven could break this spell. I just had to get to them. Closing my eyes, I pulled up an image of my office and tried to teleport.
Nothing happened.
I tried to call fire, to lift a rotting piece of newspaper, and finally, since I was in the Palisades, to contact Logan telepathically.
Not a damn thing resulted from those attempts, and a whimper escaped as realization crashed down onto me: For the first time in my entire life, I was truly alone. Worse, my abilities were gone, leaving me utterly helpless.
Numbness filled me, but I tried walking and made my way to the end of the alley. Everything seemed quiet, and I crept around the corner to look up at the street sign, wanting to know exactly where I was. My ears kept flicking, which felt extremely weird, and it took me a couple of minutes to make the letters be letters.
Wasn’t a street name I knew.
Turning, I saw my reflection in the large window of the corner store, and walked over for a better look. Ears flattening, I saw a largish, black and white mutt staring back. Definitely not as large as Leglin, and probably part Border Collie from the coloration, but not as long-haired. I turned my head from side to side. At least I’m not an ugly dog .
I opened my mouth, lips quivering upwards. Long, wicked looking canines appeared. I closed my mouth, lips falling back into place. Okay, maybe I’m not entirely helpless. I’m not little, and I have big, sharp teeth . My stomach gurgled. And I’m hungry .
Not dog enough to Lassie my way home, I decided the closest safe place was Logan’s garage. At least, it would be if lion and tiger shifters didn’t consider dogs chew toys. I hoped they didn’t. My immediate issue would be finding it.
I turned away from the shop window to look around the street. Nothing looked familiar on this block, so I trotted down to the next, pausing to look both ways before crossing. In the middle of the street, a better idea struck, and I halted to act on it, mentally calling Leglin.
Being magically bound to me, the hound could come when I called him, whether out loud or mentally, no matter how far apart we were.
At least, that’s what was supposed to happen.
It didn’t. Maybe Crazy Curseman’s magic was stronger or something.
I heaved a big sigh and began trotting again. Three blocks down, I spotted the little fast food joint where Nick had bought burritos for us during a previous trip to the Palisades. It offered some orientation, and after standing still for a few minutes, I had a mental map of how to reach the garage.
Progress! I set off at a run, my paws thumping across cement and asphalt, and quickly learned to slow down when making turns. The weight of my tail threw me off on the first one, my hind end going sideways while my front paws scrabbled for purchase.
I hoped I wouldn’t stay a dog long enough to
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