"Hmm?" Victor looked puzzled.
I controlled wolf ears to grow on my head, a wolf tail sprouting behind me, and smeared gray foundation on my face - a trick Mila taught me to avoid attracting unwanted attention. The effect gave a slightly unhealthy appearance.
"Now it looks right."
Victor praised again, "Quite detailed." He grew wolf ears too, mimicking my foundation technique, "Good thing we can control our transformations. This matches their physical changes."
"We'll sneak in tonight."
Under the night's disguise, we blended in just before residents locked their doors.
Streets filled with degenerating werewolves.
We moved unnoticed. Victor and I settled in an abandoned church.
Early the next morning, we began our real mission. Pretending to stroll, we wandered the city streets.
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