Searching For A Shifter

How easy it is to disappear into the wilds as a shifter. How easy it is not to be found. Crews combed the area, dogs catching my scent and then losing it again. I was playing with them. I’d always wondered if my scent changed with my form.

No one knew what I was. No one knew I could change form. If they had known, maybe they would have given up the search before it even began. I knew what awaited me if they ever found out the truth.

Exorcisms, an endless parade of people telling me I was wrong for existing, that I was a monster. Who knows, they might even try to kill me when they discovered I couldn’t be cured. So here I was, watching them conduct a search that they would never complete. Watching them walk right over me and they would never know. Watching their dogs shy away from my serpent body and rattling tail.

They were looking for me, and I was following them.