Replaced by His First Love
The pale beauty was flaking off in geometric chunks, falling away like dry plaster.
Beneath the surface, there was no flesh. There was no blood. There was only a thick, oily black texture that moved like a living virus. She wasn't a wolf. She wasn't even a shifter. She was a parasite wrapped in a Savior skin-file, and the firewall was stripping the mask away. Black bile began to leak from her eyes, staining her silver hair.
Kael saw it. He had pinned the drone against a pillar, his sword buried in its neck, but his head was turned toward the monitor. He saw the thing he had traded me for.