Raquel’s POV

I drifted in and out of consciousness with each beat of my heart. The world felt raw and red, the street in grayscale like someone had stolen the colors. Like the pain had robbed me of something important. The very essence of me.

I was cold, colder than I’d ever been in my life, and that felt wrong to me. Doxies didn’t get cold; we weren’t the people-shaped furnaces shifters were, but we weren’t far from their level of heat. ...