Cold-Blooded

He shivered in the cold of the night. Snow was falling heavily all around him, in thick sheets of frozen rain and dust. Stars shimmered white between the grey clouds. Slowly, his pace softened, and he fell to his knees. Pain rushed like swords up the veins in his arms. Then scales, starting at the very edge of his fingertips, formed down his arms. Zane was becoming a serpentine.