Yara

I race to the banister, watching as Warren gracefully shifts into Arric. If I wasn’t looking for it, wasn’t paying attention, I wouldn’t have seen him flinch. Dammit! I knew that leg wasn’t healed enough to shift.

“I’ll have to start all over again,” I mumble as I grab a pair of shorts and put them on as I race down the stairs. I quickly pull my hair up into a ponytail, tying it in a knot which will have to do for now.

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