TWO ALPHAS ONE BOND
Their hands ended all wrong, and their eyes caught the moonlight like animals, burning with intelligence that didn't belong to their current bodies.
A cold, focused alertness spread through me, sharper than fear. It was the predator's recognition of something demanding its full attention.
"What are they?" I thought, pushing the question to Sky.
"Shapeshifters," she replied. "Not wolves. Much older, and far less principled. They can be anything–beast, human, creature. Whatever serves them. Right now, they've chosen intimidation. That tells us a little about who sent them."
The six spread out, forming a loose arc that blocked every exit without appearing to try.
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