BrumbyOfSteel

The Assignment Star Trek – Animorphs My name is Cassie. I wish I could tell you more than that. My last name. My address. I mean, I could tell you my favourite snacks, least favourite movie, my friends' names. First names. Small stuff, right? But that could tell you more than I can afford. The wrong person could realise which town released that movie last. They could check the places that sell fresh fruits, the seasonal kind, and when. Records exist for everything, right? Me and my friends aren't safe, even if I only share a little. I hate the taste of it. The stench never overwhelmed a wolf's nose, but at times I wondered if it might overwhelm my human mind breathing through it. «Cassie?» «Fine,» I answered. Not fine. The taste receptors in this morph didn't fire the imagination. I was grateful, I guess, but the one thing a wolf really enjoyed tasting was fresh blood. And it was drooling now. «Did they hit you?> A mental shrug. Not in words, but in that strange way we could