Anything Bigger

And then the world was filled with the scent of death. Predator.

Andrev bucked, trying to writhe out of Kana’s arms. She screamed and leapt, shaking his entire existence, and the roar of a giant cat-beast rent the air.

Andrev screamed. Then he was on his back in the grass, human again, staring at the giant white-and-black striped tiger suspended above him in midair. Rastaban had one hand outstretched and his spear poised to throw. The tiger made a half-growl in its throat; it was utterly immobile.

“Andrev,” Kana said, “can you turn into anything bigger?”