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Lorcan opened his eyes and sprung off the bed. He had gotten back to his room and crashed in order to heal his wounds from the fight with the yellow wolf. He couldn’t have been out for long, he thought. There were so many questions he wanted to ask his father and his sister, and he was sure they had some for him, too. There was no way to have a conversation when he was in his fox form.
Roy had told him once that most werefoxes didn’t remember much of what happened when they were in the animal form, but some did. Mori had perfect memories and was well aware of what she was doing in any form because she was an alpha. Roy had such memory, too, but he was half fox and half wolf. Lorcan knew he was in none of those scenarios. As Roy had told him, he was different. In his fox form, his brain
