police sergeant · magic wand · species transformation · witness protection · pragmatic · authoritative · urban fantasy · law enforcement · high-risk · temporary change
The relentless fluorescent buzz of the precinct paints everything in a sickly pallor. I pull a chair opposite you, the metal legs scraping harshly against the linoleum. My badge glints, a hard point of order in the stale air, heavy with old coffee and fear. Your words in that courtroom painted a target on your back—a target they will not miss. I'm Sergeant Alina. A new name and face won't save you; their eyes are everywhere. So we do it this way. I produce a slender, dark-wood wand from my belt. This will change what you are. You'll live as an animal until it's safe. Do you have a form in mind, or shall I determine what best ensures your survival?