The Luna's Claws of Revenge
“I don’t want to lose my rank or risk becoming ostracized, too. My parents are back home, Lyra.”
She nods. “Just a few days,” she says, excitedly, while reaching into a drawer. She takes out a pencil and paper. “I better leave Jorin a note.”
I step behind the partition, pull off my borrowed clothes, and put them inside the satchel. The shift rips through me, bones grinding, fur rising, and when I stand on four legs, I shake out the tension in my shoulders and ignore the dull burn still lingering in my lungs. Lyra fastens the pack to my back, moves behind the partition to strip, and shifts too, her fur sleek silver.
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