[Hawthorne] “NO!!!” I wake up screaming, my body shaking and cold. “How the…?” So that wasn’t a dream. I am standing at the edge of a field completely naked. And Parris… “Ah, goddessdamn it!” I curse, finding my companion lying at my feet. His chest is rising and falling, so it’s clear that he’s still alive, but the slow, shallow movement tells me that he’s out cold. Whatever he did to strain himself drained him down to the barest embers of his inner strength. Usually, after something like that, a witch will need a day or two to recover. “Or a good tumbling,” the voice inside my head is back, louder than ever. “Oh for goddesssake, you know my name and you know I’m real, stop acting like I’m your imaginary friend.” A series of images blended with intense feelings dance through my mind and I’m swept up for a moment reliving a series of very dark, very violent memories. I shifted. Holy fuck, I shifted! Oh Goddess. I guess Parris was right. I am wolf enough to go into heat, wolf e
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