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The walls were painted white and a huge open window was next to the door. I looked at myself and noticed that I was still in Hunter's pajamas. Hunter!. I kept quiet going through what had happened to me. When everything came crashing down on me, my eyes were filled with tears. Hunter was the monster that had abducted me. I saw him shift twice!. I was in disbelief but couldn't go against what my eyes had seen. He did shift into that creature. I was running for my life when he caught up to me and grabbed my hand tightly. When I tried to fight him off he growled so loudly and shifted into that beast right in front of me.

Hitting the wall hardly, with a sound echoing the entire room. “W-what’s happening?” I let out asking. “Both creatures intend to handle the pain…” he choked out, sadly. “…and, toss it away.” The rest was blurry afterwards. What I did notice, was Caspian’s beast taking my wolf in animal form. Pouncing, pummelling and probing my female area. While my wolf howled, with me on a surprisingly edge. The Queen-sized bed broke, from the amount of energy, splattering into pieces.

“It won’t last.” “I know.” Chucan joined us, his voice sharp. “This isn’t the time.” I didn’t respond. Because something inside me had already decided. The Beast thrashed violently, breaking through one of the magical bindings as if it were nothing more than smoke. One of the Darkbreeds was too slow. Too close. It struck him with a single swipe. And he didn’t get up. Something snapped inside me. Not my wolf. That was gone. Something else. Something human.

Plus, my doctor said my hormones were out of balance, and I needed a way to relieve the stress. However, I already had a wolfhound at home. Salem Tarr would definitely have taken issue with it. Sensing my hesitation, the vendor kicked the beastkin. "Get up and show the lady your muscles." The beastkin rose to his feet slowly. Chains bound his body, and he could only remove his black T-shirt with one hand, instantly revealing his lean, pale muscles. However, his skin was covered in bruises and scars.

I opened my eyes. The searing pain from the poison still lingered. "You have both perished in the mortal world, yet your souls were sent here by the Main God. Two identities now lie before you. "The first is to become a powerful beast woman in this world. The second is to become a saintess. Have you decided who will be the saintess and who will be the beast woman?" The Beast God's voice rang out with immense authority. We looked down at our feet. Below us stretched a dense primeval forest, the continent where the beastmen made their home.

Ronan didn’t hesitate. His body cracked and bent, the shift overtaking him in one fluid, violent motion. His skin split open like a second birth, revealing the beast beneath—taller than any normal wolf, monstrous and terrifying with fur black as midnight, hooked claws, demon horns, and glowing eyes that promised death. His roar shattered the forest. The first rogue sprinted straight at him, thinking brute force would be enough. It wasn’t. Ronan met him mid-leap, caught his skull between his jaws, and crushed it like an overripe melon. Blood sprayed across the snow in a thick arc as he tossed the corpse aside with a flick of his neck.

My reflection showed a red mark on my neck, and around that mark were hickeys. I slept naked, so I also saw bruises all over my body, especially near my joints. Goddammit! Wait, if the bruises were real, did that mean what happened last night was real too? If that was the case, then my soul must've transmigrated into Nathaniel's doll and shared her senses. Which also meant Nathaniel did have a girl he loved but couldn't get, and he was also a beastfolk! Joy beyond any description filled my heart. I jumped up and down with joy, laughing loudly. Finally, I could blackmail him! I charged right into his company to verify my guess."

“Do you know what it feels like to have your teeth pulled, one by one? The nerves don’t die easy, Camilla.” I want to be steel. I want to laugh in his face. But I feel it. Cold fingers trailing down my spine. A clenching in my gut. If even a fraction of this is true… If Zeke did that—if he’s capable of doing that… The realization hits like a freight train. He’s a monster. That’s what Mrs. Mancini had said, right?

She sits up straight in her chair, leaning in. I nod. “Well, imagine something like one of those beasts—the long snout, pointy fangs, enormous tongue that doesn’t quite fit, uncontrollable slobbering, mangy fur, and these evil-looking unholy eyes. Imagine being caught somewhere between that wolf-like creature and a human. Mangled, twisted bones set at strange angles with patches of skin and tufts of fur.” I shake my head, my stomach turning just thinking about it. No, I can’t allow her to see me. Bexley isn’t leaning away from me. She doesn’t get up and dart out the door. Instead, she reaches a hand across the table. My paw lies within her reach. I want to pull it away, but I don’t.