Book Two: Chapter 80

“He is still armed.” The Grand Stallion said, pointing at Mike’s dagger. “You would bring an armed man to speak with me?”

‘A human with a knife is no match for a hunter,” Orion responded, shrugging his shoulders. “And he barely looks coordinated enough to use it. If you’re worried about it, I can just take it away from him.”

“Mike,” Zel whispered again, grabbing his arm hard enough that she pulled him off balance. The centaurs around them took a sudden step back, spears and arrows all leveled in their direction. He turned around and would have jumped back himself, if not for the fear of getting stabbed.

Zel’s lower body was emitting steam, her face twisting into agony as she started to grow. Bones snapped and skin stretched as her legs split apart then separated. Her skirt split down the back when she became too large for it, her horse body spilling out into the open. Loud gasps came from the centaurs, the clearing now filled with urgent murmuring. Zel let out a lo