Alpha Brocks Mate
The witches rose, a harmful interest sparked within their eyes, sensing an intruder in their lair of nightmares.
Through my new, glistening carp eyes, I caught sight of my beta, Grayson, descending the steps with unsuspecting determination. Could I, even in this fishlike form, build a mind-link warning Grayson? I shook my newly aquatic head in frantic desperation. It was futile; my attempt at a mind link came too late.
Grayson, oblivious to the horror, joined our gelatinous prison – another unfortunate carp, swimming in the witches' sick concoction.
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