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How about I tell you my real name?
Insanity crept closer, taunting me as it consumed my mind. The shifter council hadn't wasted any time in deciding my fate.
Three days.
That's all it took for them to decide I was guilty.
My charges? Dishonoring shifter heritage, assisting in counterfeiting activities, possession of illegal goods. I'd stopped listening as Georgie read off my charges.
They didn't need to sentence me to death, I'd done that myself. Nope. Instead, they declared my sentence to live out the rest of time I had remaining in a prison cell wearing this stupid negation collar. My request to shift one last time, even in a secure room… Denied.
Never again would I feel the air flowing over my body as I flew.
At least I'd done the right thing. Forty-two arrests, including Tony
