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I RIDE my new motorcycle to the metal warehouses south of the train tracks where the Tucson shifters set up their illegal cage fights. I’d made a new ID and taken the first flight I could get to Arizona where I bought this bike. I figure it will help me fit in, to connect with the pack.
The truth is, I like the way it feels—the power and speed remind me of what it’s like to shift and run. Which must be why the shifters like them so well.
Several motorcycles are parked out front. I park beside them and dismount. I’m itchy about going in. Even in spelill forces, I was a lone wolf. It’s not that I don’t make friends, but I’m not a highly solill guy.Or maybe I hesitate because my heart’s been smashed to a pulp, and I’m barely a shell of a man right now. But I need to go in there for Jasmine, to find out what’s going to happen to her—what’s going to happen to me.
I push open the door withou
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