The siren call beckoned eerily in Amy's mind. She had heretofore considered herself a rational girl, but this was so primal, it spoke to something deeper than her
logic.
The other girls had crowded around her, trying to help her, but she surprised them all with an annoyed snarl, baring sharpening teeth.
Nothing made sense anymore, least of all the tingling and itching that brought a golden downy growth to her forearms.
Amy wasn't sure if she cared.