MILLIE'S POVThe wheels of the private plane hit the tarmac with a definitive screech, a sound that felt like a gavel coming down on my time in Spain. I’d dozed for most of the flight, my body aching in ways I hadn't known possible.Shifting isn’t just a physical change; it’s also a spiritual exhaustion. Rylee was still new, a restless, silver-furred force of nature inside my mind, and every time I returned to human form, I felt like I’d been put through a professional-grade dehydrator.You’ll get stronger, Rylee’s voice echoed in the back of my head, sounding smug and powerful. We just need practice. Your skin is still learning how to stretch for me.Beside me, Leo was a whirlwind of energy, completely unfazed by the long flight. He was chattering a mile a minute to Vicente, pointing out the window at the sprawling American skyline. Behind us, the three Spanish elders—Mateo, Elena, and Diego—sat in a stoic triangle, their low Spanish murmurs a steady hum beneath the roar of the engi
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