The Girl Who Cheated Death

I was three months pregnant when my Austin penthouse became my tomb.

My boyfriend, Liam, pushed me from the balcony, a fall swift and final.

My death was staged as a tragic suicide, a lie the news readily swallowed.

They didn't know the real reason: Daisy, a coyote pup I'd rescued, could shift into a beautiful woman.

Liam couldn't let that secret out, and now I watched my killers, my spirit haunting the home I' d paid for.

He pulled Daisy into his arms, sharing a passionate kiss right where my lifeless body had fallen.

"She's gone," Liam whispered, "It's all ours now."