“What the fuck?” I whisper. I look down at my body and I am wearing one of my mates' shirts. I look back up at the person with my face and my jaw drops.
She’s wearing a beautiful red dress that is showcased in a body that is mine.
“I thought this would be less scary,” her musical voice rings out.
“What?” My eyes haven’t blinked.
“You are a beautiful woman,” she compliments and slides her hand down her stomach. Or I do.
“I am very confused,” I say carefully. “What are you?”
“I’m your lion.” She smiles my smile.
“I…” I shake my head. “I’m a lion?”
“Almost.”
“Where are we?” My eyes dart away—still a white room.
“Nowhere and everywhere.” She fluffs her hair.
“That tells me nothing, and stop messing with my hair,” I snark. I rub my head. “I don’t like this. I don’t like talking to myself.” She raises her eyebrows. “You know what I mean,” I cry.
“Sorry,” she cringes. “This isn’t working how I thought it would.”
A second later there is a lion standing inches from my face. I squeal and fall on my ass. “What the fuck?”
“Better?” she asks.
I put my hand to my heart. “Much,” I growl. I eye her and sit up. She is pretty. Her coat is the same color as my hair.
“Thank you.” The words bounce around my head.
“How did you do that?” I whisper.
“It’s easy. We are the same.”
“This is—” I don’t know what this is. “You are my lion?”
“Yes.”
“Can you talk out loud?”
“Sure,” she says.
I press my palms to my cheeks. “How is this possible?”
“It’s magic,” she says simply.
I blink. “I guess I’m not supposed to understand.”
“It just is.” She gives me a lion smile.
“Are my mates alright?” They must be worried.
“They are anxious, but they are fine.”
“Why am I here?” It’s still odd to have her speaking in my mind, but I’m getting used to it.