Ravensmite changed from a bird into a ghoulish looking boy before my eyes.
I rush to the window. Ravensmite lands on the branch of a tree and caws loudly. It is a full moon. The outline of the large bird is easy to see. Suddenly, its gimlet eyes spot something and it swoops. It is the decayed corpse of a rabbit. The huge hooked beak tears at the tendrils of flesh and maggots. It gorges hungrily, the head shifting into a teenage boy wolfing at the feast of death upon the ground. He licks the ground clean of blood and maggots. After a final sniff around, it shifts fully back into a powerful, glistening raven again.
I took the light of the torch off the bird quickly as I could not believe what I was seeing.