5: Jaxon
Six may be right, it’s me who’s being unfair. I jumped into my jogging pants to catch up with her. When I arrive at the bottom, she’s already so far ahead that I let myself be caught up in my discouragement. What a jerk I am! I don’t want to shower anymore, let alone sleep. The night promises to be complicated and interminable, as much as I lose myself in my wolf rather than waiting for dawn by scrutinizing the ceiling. I come out of the loft from the back and cross the garden limping; my last metamorphosis still pulls my bones and the abrasion on my flesh tears a sigh from me. Even before I had time to close the gate, I let myself be carried away by a new transformation. A scream escapes my throat without my being able to suppress it. Provided the neighbours haven’t heard anything… I’
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