The old werewolf embraced the young one. “Let me guide you back to a familiar skin.”
“We’re monsters,” Noah said, ebbing back to human with her.
Elderly Meri smiled at the black teen. “We’re not horror stories unless we choose to be, Pup. We’re magic.”
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