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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Always well written. I see a connection to an earlier piece… Am I right?
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Thank you, and yes, you are right. All of the micros from Tuesday to today are sequential parts of the same scene.
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