Lulu
I drank the Identity Flux again before dinner, slower this time, making sure my body settled fully into the borrowed form. The change came smoother than earlier, my balance steady, my reflection composed enough to pass as someone who belonged here.
I chose a simple gown suitable for a formal gathering, nothing that would draw attention, nothing that invited questions.
Alpha Caspian waited for me outside the chamber, already prepared, his posture calm and controlled as if nothing from earlier lingered in his thoughts. When he glanced at me, his expression remained neutral, though his eyes flicked briefly to my hands as if checking for instability.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Yes,” I replied.
We walked together toward the dining hall, the corridors busier than before as guests from variou
