The darkness hid my body from all spectators. My skin was clammy with sweat by the time I was human, mosquitoes flocking to my sticky surfaces, agitating me more than the gashes everywhere Catrina had bitten me. I smacked the insects away as I sifted through the bag. A grey t-shirt and blue jeans would suffice. Catrina had fallen to the ground in transformation and I kept my eyes on her as I got dressed.

Behind her, shapes materialized into canine bodies out of the trees, some growling and ...