That had been changing over the past year. Which is one of the things that used to help keep me safe. Pretty much harmless, really, as far down the power scale of the magical critters that lived in the state of Washington as it was possible to get. When I am a coyote, I look just like every other coyote. When I change into a coyote, I don't need a skin or - I glanced down at Warren, once a cowboy and now a werewolf - the moon. They are evil mages who bring disease and death wherever they go. Second, skinwalkers have to wear the skin of the animal they change into, usually a coyote or wolf, but they cannot change their eyes. My father had been Blackfoot, from a northern Montana tribe, and skinwalkers come from the Southwestern tribes, mostly Hopi or Navajo. Especially since I'm pretty sure the walker label came from some dumb white person who couldn't tell the difference.īut I'm not a skinwalker. Since walkers and skinwalkers are both Native American shapeshifters, I can sort of understand it. Mostly they just confused us with skinwalkers. Not many people still remember what a walker is. Warren, the werewolf, laughed and shook his head. "If you want a horror story, you have to start out with a werewolf, his gorgeous lover, and a walker. "No," said Kyle, the lawyer, whose head was propped up on my thigh. "It could be the beginning of either a bad joke or a horror story. Warren - who had once, a long time ago, been a cowboy - snickered and wiggled his bare feet. "A cowboy, a lawyer, and a mechanic watched Queen of the Damned," I murmured.
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