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Zack
I stalk from one side of the small living room to the other, trying to keep my hydra under control.
The muffled yelling in the background and the look of panic on Cyra’s face before she closed the video call keep haunting me. That flash of pure terror that passed behind her eyes... My hydra grumbles in my chest, scratching at my skin, trying to get out, trying to get me to let it out, but I can’t, not yet.
I immediately called Julie, telling her what happened and that she had to find out what was going on. Then I tried to call Marrok, but only got a busy tone. So I tried to call Cyra on her phone, over and over. But she didn’t pick up.
As I reach for my phone again, my hand has turned into a hydra claw, the long nails and the light reflecting off the scales jolting me out of m
