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Knox’s upper body expands. Fur erupts across his skin. His face elongates into a muzzle. His fingers lengthen into claws. I pop my hands over my mouth.
He said his life template was Beauty And The Beast.
This is the Beast.
Knox reaches for me. “Come with us to the pyramids or else.” I step backwards. My inner wolf whines in confusion.
“Why is our mate threatening us?” she whimpers.
“He doesn’t want to do this,” I say. “Not really.”
Grey mist has overtaken Knox’s eyes. Now, that haze swirls even faster. “Come with us or die.”
“Leave Bry alone!” cries Elle. My best friend lunges for Knox. My mate bats her away with one swipe of his massive arm, sending her flying across the room. Elle slides across the temple floor until her head rams into the far wall. A loud CRACK echoes through
