Chapter Thirty-Seven
“Slow down!” Raid screamed. “I’m gonna be sick!” “If I slow, we’ll lose her.” Pryor countered. “Could you not have chosen a form a little more inconspicuous?” Raid clung to Pryor’s fur. He’d chosen the form of a polar bear. “This would have looked strange no matter what form I chose. This form keeps me warm.” “Well that’s just dandy. Wish I could say the same.” Raid shivered as the winter wind pushed into his coat. He’d gotten dressed for a quick walk, not a high speed chase. He looked up to see the woman in black, gliding ahead of them. Her movements were wobbly as she tried to work her injured wing. He’d noticed someone following them after he’d stepped out. She’d tried to jump him, but he was a lot faster. Unprepared, she’d tried to flee. The woman looked back at him and waved her
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