An excerpt from the story:
Kat knew something was wrong the moment she opened the front door.
There was a change in the weight of the air and divots in the rug where Iriana's wingback chair should be.
The first stirring of pain bloomed in her chest, a dark flower of possibility. Of warning. Her bones softened, her muscles tensed, and her skin tingled, ready to shift into a new shape. Her body knew the dance well.