I'm not a religious man, but as I race for the house, I pray to all the demons in hell she'll make it out of this alive. Slowly, she begins to shift in my arms, first a leg, then her head, as if she doesn't even have the strength to turn fully human. But finally, as I reach the house, she's back in her human form. Her skin holds a ghostly gray pallor, like the edges of the swamp after a storm, and I'm sure I'm too fucking late.
The second I get within earshot of our house, I start to yell, screaming at the top of my lungs. "Callan, goddamn it! Get something for Luna. She's
dying in my arms!"