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The earth around us groans as a giant pale claw appears, then another. As the monster’s head and beady eyes emerge, sand flows off its carapace like water.
My shivers are no longer from being cold as I take in the giant white scorpion standing before us.
His stinger slams into the earth, nearly impaling Hepa. Luckily, Jordan has already shifted into his panther form. He head-butts the scorpion, knocking it off-balance.
“Run,” he growls at us. Only shifters can understand other shifters when they’re in their animal forms, but Hepa doesn’t need a translator—she’s already running.
I scramble to my feet, ready to follow her lead, when it occurs to me—oh yeah, I don’t have to be weak helpless little Edie.
I can be a dragon.
I’d bet my wings that dragon beats scorpion.
“Get out of the
