June 15--Cat

Energy bubbled down the stark hallway fueled by tension and anger. Cassie felt it white hot on her own skin,
tumbling over her own vibrations of flight.
She ventured a pause and glance around the corner. She gasped.

A dozen men were in a tight line trailing along the wall. Identical in black clothes overlaid with the black, and
imposing, gear of the tactical team. Each man was armed with an impressive weapon, they were bent kneed and crept down the hall like molasses.

Cassie knew now that they suspected her. The fingers on those triggers would be itching for an excuse to take down a cop killer.

Whirling, she dashed down the hallway behind her. She knew of an exit and thought she'd be able to beat the police to it.

She miscalculated on one count. There were two teams of men, one inside and one outside the building.

"Police! On the ground! On the ground!" they shouted at her as she entered fresh air and sunshine.

Two of the men approached her, rifles at the ready, crouched.

"Cassandra Gaines?" one spoke. "We know you're a shifter. Change back now!"

Cassie hadn't even realized that she had shifted to her cat-self. She couldn't remember if she had done it right after Officer Reese had been killed or when she ran into the grocery store to elude the team of men looking for a scapegoat. As badly as the cops wanted someone to pay for Reece's death, none of them wanted to go toe to toe with Lucien Grey.