Emily’s perspective:

Somewhere in the distance, the resonating tap-pop followed by a rebutting crack-tat are a blunt declaration that the looming war has come to fruition.

“Gabby, if you shift can you run?” I ask

“I can,” she creaks and makes a hobbled effort to prove her answer.

“Woah.” Austin reaches out in an attempt to catch her.

She manages to hold her footing. “Get your hand back. I got ...