I dragged my claw across my wrist, very lightly, as to not puncture the fragile شامل میں between living crystal and flesh.

I stared down at my weak spot, knowing I could very easily kill myself سے طرف کی cutting through the فر, سمور and skin, slashing the veins, and bleed to death.

But... If that was my weak spot, why was I toying with it in a similar manner to what a cat does a ماؤس before pouncing? And, مزید impotantly, why did I get the urge to "pounce", سے طرف کی wich I meaned slashing myself?

Confusion swept through me as I sat crosslegged up a درخت as my best friend, Rebecca, furiously smashed a soccer ball against...