Chapter 23.
It looked like a giant, colorful jungle.
The both of us stayed low, moving through the tall sea grass.
My mistress signaled for me to stop, and we began secretly watching a sea-cow some distance away.
Unlike its name, it wasn't exactly a cow with legs, but a type of chubby aquatic life that was slowly munching on some greenery. It looked peaceful and completely unaware that we were there.
"To first become one with your senses, you need to accept yourself as a whole," my mistress whispered.
"That includes your predator side. You can't keep fighting the shark if you want to control it."
I looked at the sea-cow, then at my own translucent webbed hands.
I could feel a strange thumping in my ears, the sound of my own heart, or maybe the vibrations of the water.
' Am I really going to become a killer to control this curse of mine?' I thought to myself.
"Which means," she added, her eyes locking onto mine with a serious look, "you'll also need to learn how to hunt."
