Six Sentence Sunday - Netherworld III: Once Bitten Twice Dead (WIP)

Gerald had been gripping Eddie’s shoulders.  I saw black fur run out of his skin and his fingernails narrow to claws.  In his grief he lost control enough to start shifting.  His hint of a triangular nose had become a full panther’s muzzle.  Everyone averted their eyes, pretending not to notice.  Gerald is a very proud man, and we would never humiliate him.