Mikayla's body bent inhumanly; the bones that weren't broken definitely broke this time. Blood spurted from her body, some reaching Anabel who was too stunned with fear and horror to move.
Mikayla's dirty blonde hair lengthened and darkened until it was pitch black in color. Her white skin darkened to a cool bronze tone. Mikayla's body was reshaping itself completely; her dismantled figure was being molded into someone else entirely.
In the damp, dark brown soil a woman lay naked. She was unfamiliar to Anabel who witnessed the terrifying transformation. Anabel wondered if Mikayla had a shapeshifting ability similar to Oliver's, but that was not the case.
"M-Mikayla?" she quietly called, her voice trembling with uncertainty.
