Other

Confessing I'm a shapeshifter could get me killed.

I crave the forbidden rush of leaping from my bedroom window at night and transforming into an owl, but I could lose it all if anyone catches me. Shapeshifting can be a beautiful and deadly secret.

I'm Other. A half-pooka shapeshifter, to be exact. In the small town of Klikamuks, Washington, coming out as a paranormal person means staring down the barrel of a shotgun. I haven't even told my boyfriend, Zack, who I really am. And I'm hoping he ...