It happens slowly this time. No panic, no blood, no banshee screaming. Her brown fur ripples like wind through grass, pulling inward as her bones shift beneath her. It’s seamless, smooth, almost gentle—until she’s left kneeling on the floor, naked, curled into herself with her hair covering her face.
Ryans already there, wrapping a thick blanket around her shoulders before I can blink.
She lifts her face to us, blinking like the light hurts, and whispers, “Hi.”
I kneel beside her and throw my arms around her. “You’re back.”
“I’m naked,” she mumbles.
“We noticed,” Ryan says, smirking.
“I hate all of you,” she replies, but there’s a wobbly smile tugging at her lips.
“You should,” Caden murmurs, voice catching in his throat. “We let you get hurt. I’ll never forgive myself for that.”
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