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Ahanu had a menacing look on his face. "Ahanu, you can still call me by my goddess given name." Ahanu was crouched down, with hands on his knees with a sly smile. He shouted "Whatever you say... Tyee... Alpha Wolf Heart of the Blood Moon Pack, fearless protector of our lands." With that, Ahanu threw a small rock in my direction before shifting into his wolf, Ash, taking off for the river. If it's a chase he wants, he's got it. I let out a playful howl before shifting into my wolf, Dakota.

The fighting finally stopped and Amos emerged in front of me. His eyes were the same orange color as dominiko, his large frame knelt down in front of me looking over me, his eyes concerned. Goddess, he was beautiful.

Whatever he was snorted in derision. “I’m sure he will be moved once Usel removes her head from her ass, or once Shamshiel does it for her” he smiled, and I noticed he had extremely sharp canines. What was this guy? I didn’t see wings, but his eyes glowed a low blue hue and the way he moved wasn’t human.

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It was clearly for her. “I know since this is your first time that you are probably feeling very unsure of everything and lost. To change back to your human form you need to relax and concentrate on what your human form looks like. Feel your human essence. Amaris closed her eyes and breathed in slowly. Thinking of herself as she was normally. Trying to will herself back to her familiar human form. When she opened her eyes, she looked down and she still saw paws.

Because the figure looked too real. Too precise. Too familiar. Ama stared at it. Her chest tightened painfully. “I don’t understand,” she whispered. “If she isn’t real… then what is she?” Adrian answered before anyone else could. His voice was quieter now. Controlled. Like someone reading a truth he had already accepted long ago. “She is a continuity shell.” Ama turned toward him instantly. “A what?” Arthur exhaled sharply. “No. No, you don’t say that word unless—”

Slow and rising, like a war drum. They weren’t normal. None of them. They were wearing masks. Laughing, joking, walking like humans. But it was all performance. Abigail’s fangs. Kael’s unnatural fury. The flickering eyes. The speed. Ashmoor wasn’t strange. It was infested. A masquerade of monsters. I gripped my cart tighter, my knuckles white, jaw locked. I kept moving. Eyes low. Calm. If I looked afraid, I might become prey.

She lowered her head slightly, a silent gesture of trust and reassurance. Something in Asher’s chest loosened. He felt his anger dissipating, the tension draining from his muscles. With a shudder, he let his wolf recede, his body twisting and reshaping until he stood on two legs, his human form exposed to the cool night air. Olivia followed his lead, shifting effortlessly into her human form. She stood a few feet away, giving him space, her silver hair catching the moonlight. She didn’t speak immediately, waiting for him to regain his composure.