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The wind tugged on my fur, the moment so silent, so quiet, it didn’t seem real. Regan lifted his head to the sky, his snout dripping with blood. His howl carved straight through me and I joined his victory cry. We won.
I averted my eyes from the battlefield, from the countless bodies and rivers of blood. The voices loved the spectacle, but I didn’t take any pride or pleasure in the slaughter. I was sure the battle would haunt my nightmares, but for now, I did what I had to do.
I called upon my human form, thanking the voices for their guidance. Reluctantly, they retreated and gave me my body back. The wound Darren made stung in my side, but the thoughts of death and destruction raging through me were enough to keep my mind off of it.
The winter breeze tugged on my bare skin and I’d
