FERAL
Sure enough, like the day I had made my escape from that basement, my skin was glowing, with curling tendrils of dim golden light all over me.
I took a step forward, half expecting the grass to turn brown. It didn't. I took that as a good sign. Quinn got to her feet, growling loudly. Tufts of brown hair had begun to sprout from her skin and when she turned to face me, her canines were already half shifted. Her wolf must be very angry.
Suddenly, she was throwing up dirt she'd managed to dig from the ground where she lay, hoping to blind me, at the same time lunging for me. A soft breeze appeared from nowhere and changed the course of the sand while Quinn shifted mid lunge and went straight fo
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