SHE KILLED HIMin the darkest part of the night, before the dew had settled on the grass. It was easy. He came to the window when she’d tapped her claws against it. It was exactly what she’d hoped he would do. Sliding up the square of glass. Sticking his head out to investigate. Like an idiot. Like prey.
One less moron in the world. She licked the blood off her mouth, the coarse whiskers sliding against her tongue.
He didn’t even have time to scream. He was no different from any of the others. His eyes had gone round as coins, his cheeks turned...
THESMOOTH MIRROR of the pool’s surface shattered as three boys cannonballed into it at the same time. Shrieks erupted from the cluster of girls who got splashed.
“Claire, this is the best
party!” Emily gushed, nibbling on a potato chip.
Claire scanned the crowd in her backyard. Bikini-clad girls and soaked boys in swim trunks perched on the patio furniture, drinking soda and laughing. Anyone’ll come to your party if you have a pool,
she thought. She scratched the backs of her hands against the sharp edge of the table and wished they’d quit itching. It...