The Lycan Prince's Blood
she says, her frustration spilling over.
Inside her mind, Lana stirs weakly, groaning from the shared pain. *“Lana, come on,”* Nana pleads. *“We have to try. Just give me enough to use our claws. I need to pull out that damn bullet.”*
Lana doesn’t respond, but Nana feels her pushing through, struggling against the weakness that grips them both. Slowly, Nana’s fingers begin to shift, elongating into claws. Her hand trembles as she examines them.
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