THE LAST SHIFT: A Werewolf without a Wolf
Half-collapsed, but maybe climbable if we could make a break for it.
Kieran’s eyes found mine, and he gave the smallest shake of his head. Don’t.
The circle of clones stopped three steps away. Their faces were blank, eyes glowing faintly in the firelight.
One of them that has my face, but older, sharper, spoke. “We don’t have to fight you.”
“You already are,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended.
Subject One gestured lazily, and the older version lunged.
I dodged left, feeling her fingers graze my jacket sleeve. The touch was cold, almost electric. Echo intercepted her mid-turn, grabbing her by the collar and shoving her back into another clone so hard they both staggered.
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