Jody

Every hair on my body straightened from the noise behind me. A slur of clicks flowed out of the Roulex who marched toward me. I couldn't move.

If I faced whoever it was, they'd know I was a human. I grabbed the curved metal instrument from my waistband and slowly turned.

A female Roulex mix stiffened when she saw me. Her greenish-blue scales were faint, almost looking more like tattooed on than real ones.

"Where's ...