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When I first absorbed the shifter’s words, an invisible substance found home in my oesophagus and blocked any comings and goings my body attempted through there. On top of that, the horror in Lauren’s eyes every time she sent a fleeting glance my way pierced my heart.
I guessed she had every right to look terrified. In her mind, I must have gone from somewhat friendly and approachable, to a monster who’d killed with his bare hands.
I’d had better days, for certain.
Wallowing, however, didn’t fit well with me, so I put myself to a more constructive task: ridding my body of dead werewolf remnants.
Using my T-shirt as body cloth left me with only half my attire, but I’d nobody to blame other than myself. Besides, I had a strong preference for shirtless if it cancelled out my gory appe
