Onyx

I launched myself from the bushes, ready to attack the figure that was approaching me. My teeth were bared, ready to clamp down as soon as I landed.

There was an explosion of pain in my ribs and I was sent flying backward. I crashed down onto the bushes and slid several feet in the dirt. As I slid, my fur gave way to flesh which scraped painfully on the ground.

Something had forced me to shift back into my normal form.

There was a ...