THE LAST SHIFT: A Werewolf without a Wolf
The ground screamed beneath the weight, fissures splitting open, light from the ember spilling into the cracks like blood.
The girl shrieked, clutching her head. “It’s starting, they’ll keep falling until there’s nothing left!”
I forced my eyes open through the haze, the roar in my ears fading into a steady, monstrous groan. The canopy above writhed, branches twisting unnaturally, bending as though dragged by unseen hands. Dozens of them, maybe hundreds, shifting, trembling on the edge of breaking.
Kieran’s fingers twitched against my sleeve. His lips cracked apart, whispering through ragged breath. “…Kaia. Fire. Higher.”
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