THE CAVE AT BLUE-GLASS DAWN
“Jezz!?” Tagi called, voice shredded by shock. A pressure closed around my throat like iron bands. Panic hit hard, the taste of copper, the absence of air. “Urk. He.lp!” The syllables escaped in a strangled whisper. Laurence reacted instantly. Without hesitation he shifted, body folding into lupine form. Fur erupted along his spine; teeth elongated. He surged at the leader, a blur of muscle and sound. The cave erupted into chaos: two other men, quick as lynxes, transformed and met him head-on, blocking the path. Laurence darted sideways, a living shadow, and latched onto the left wolf’s tail with a savage snap. The beast careened, dragged in his grip, whipping rocks and dust into the air. Claws scraped the stone floor... sparks of grit, and the dust cloud swelled, dimming the lanterns’
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