The Midnight Veil
Charlie muttered, "solid nine out of ten. Should I stretch? Do supernatural wolves appreciate warm-ups?"
Rivener shot her a look. "Making jokes won't make this less dangerous."
"Oh, that's where you're wrong. Humor is my only coping mechanism. If I don't joke, I'll panic, shift into something embarrassing like a squirrel, and get eaten."
A pause.
"Do you actually shift into a squirrel?" he asked, genuinely concerned.
Charlie opened her mouth to say no.
Closed it.
Then shrugged. "Let's... hope we never find out."
He huffed—half frustration, half reluctant amusement. "Stay close. And if anything feels wrong, we leave."
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