I stepped closer to Danny again, and my tiger advanced upon him. Although I couldn’t physically see her, I felt that she was around me like a cloak. Her warm, exotic energy wrapped around my body and attached itself to me, so that to Danny and Jack, she was clear to see. Something instinctive told me that only the supernatural creatures would see my tiger. Humans were not evolved enough to trust in their senses. They would ignore the tingles down their spine, or that feeling of discomfort. They would dismiss it as a cold chill, or a draught. In truth it was energy, pure and brilliant. And this energy needed an outlet.
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