Scarred by fate
His jaw is still tight.
I glance up at the rest of them, and Zach, Xander, Oscar, Max, and Eliot are all wearing the same look Tobias has. Tight jaws, narrowed eyes. Silent fury simmering just under the surface.
"How do the Elites keep their clothes when they shift?" I ask Tobias, trying to break the tension.
"When they join the force, they're given a special magical tattoo," he explains, his voice clipped. "Part of the enchantment prevents their clothes from tearing during a shift."
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