Meri crossed arms in October chill. “I’m right where I need to be.”
Noah shifted, a silhouette of a wolf’s head on broad shoulders in the night. “I’ve become a monster. I must be dangerous!”
“You’re afraid,” Meri said, her face becoming snouted. “I can smell it.”
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