Feral on the Ice
a voice croaked from the darkness ahead.
The lantern light hit a figure crouched on a pile of rusted ore. At first, Elara thought it was a wolf, then a man, then a heap of wet rags. It was a shifter, but his form was "Glitched"—a permanent, mid-shift state that looked like a car crash of biology. One of his eyes was a wolf's amber; the other was a milky, human white. His skin was a patchwork of gray fur and scarred flesh, and his hands ended in long, obsidian-thick claws that had been worn down to nubs by the stone.
Kael stepped forward, his Alpha aura flaring, but the Glitched shifter didn't flinch.
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