Pain blooms as I curl up into a ball, even before Jace pulls his fist away from my stomach.
"Damnit, Helene. See what you are forcing me to do?"
It has been a long time... since I've felt so offended. Being assaulted for a misunderstanding is somehow much worse than being attacked for who you actually are - and what you actually did!
> Thanks for the warning. Can you take the reins a little? I'd rather focus on making the plan. <
The wolf spirit inside seemed to be happy we ran as one when I shifted - and quite ecstatic to be 'let loose'. Of course, my body is not completely recovered yet, from... dying. Because it did, for some minutes.
I feel like we can't move very fast because of it. Not just compared to my fox form in my original world - which had been compared to lightning dancing in the wind! By my mother and father.
No... the memories in my head now suggest I'm not likely getting enough distance from them. That I'll be caught, because I've been caught in games of chase with others of the pack before. Those were playful bites and scratches that already hurt so bad.
This... won't be quite as playful.
Running does make me a criminal. A rogue. Werewolf society says that the accused must stand before the pack leader for judgment. As long as I'm in their territory...
I wouldn't trust the wisdom of a wolf to boil water, let alone look at a situation objectively!
My wolf growls at my prejudiced rebuke and I roll my mental eyes. It was a bit weird to not be the one operating the body that is moving. My body now, I suppose.
Actually, it's not the nicest feeling in general... two 'brains', one body. I suppose I can now understand how that double-headed serpent that visited the palace felt.
Still, there was something else to be done - and the faster the better. Because it is distracting that it sits there at the edge of my vision! I rally my prior knowledge of magic and compare it to what I know from this life once again.
Certainly enough, I decided that what I've been seeing since I got here can be only two things:
A patient fey trickster...
Or exactly what it says 'on the tin'.
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CONGRATULATIONS! APOCALYPSE SYSTEM HAS CHOSEN YOU!
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My money is on the former. This has to be a supernatural con man.