Across the field, Felix was running toward Rocky, who was frozen in place, his body trembling, his favorite rock clutched to his chest.
"Rocky! Come on!" Felix shouted.
"I CAN'T RUN FAST!" Rocky cried.
Felix's jaw tightened.
His body began to glow, and he shapeshifted. A kitsune was his true form, but today he needed something different. His form blurred. Stretched. Grew.
When the light faded, a dragon stood where Felix had been. Not a fire dragon like Drake. A smaller one with shining scales that caught the light and wings that beat once, twice, testing the air.
Rocky stared. "Felix?" he asked.
"Get on," the dragon said. His voice was still Felix's but deeper, rougher.
Rocky climbed onto his back, clutching his stone.
Felix launched into the air.
Above them, Boo floated alone.
He tried to help. He reached for a child from Class B who was crying on the ground, but his ghostly hands passed right through her.
"I CAN'T GRAB ANYONE!" Boo screamed in frustration.
