You woke up back in your waterfront apartment, transformed back into your human form, your bed drenched in sweat. For a brief moment you'd believed that the previous night's activities had merely been a nightmare. But when you discovered Dena in your kitchen, she explained that she dragged you from the water and back into your bed. It had taken your body eight hours to recover after sustaining massive damage from the explosion and your fall from the bridge—an almost unheard-of recovery time for superior werewolf physiology.
You'd looked into a small cracked mirror to check for lingering wounds. A human face stared back at you, the full-length crack in the mirror splitting you in two as always. Your hair was greasy and unkempt, but its color showed through in a natural…
Brown.
Black.
Gray.
Red.
White.
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