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Chapter 18: Forced transformation
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2026-04-15 11:00:10"Stop fighting it, Sora. Become the predator or you’ll end up as a carcass on their operating table."
Vardan didn't wait for an answer or consent. He gripped Sora’s jaw with a force capable of crushing the joints. His long, sharp fangs sank into Sora’s neck brutally, right over the old, still-inflamed scar. This bite went far deeper, tearing through the artery and injecting a concentrated surge of shifter energy directly into the central nervous system. Sora shrieked hoarsely. The s
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