13. A STIR
Chapter thirteen
A STIR
In the early hours of the morning, the king beast lay curled in its favorite corner. Deep, contented purrs filled the air as it slept.
Then, the beast stirred. Its powerful limbs twitched, and a low growl rumbled from its chest. One paw jerked violently, rippling and twisting.
All at once, its fur melted away, revealing pale human-like skin.
Fingers—rugged, strong, and clearly male—twitched where sharp claws had been just moments earlier.
The transformation stopped.
As quickly as it had started, the shift reversed.
The male hand clenched, skin hardening, and nails grew back into long, black talons once again.
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