*I morph suddenly into a charcoal gray wolf and begin to run. I know the young wolfs smell intrinsically, for she is of my pack. I am guided by this scent, across fields, past desserts, over mountains, until I come to a distant land, a land of sand, and heat, a land of desolation and death. There I stop and wait*
*I am the Pack Leader of the Werewolves. I have sent the young wolf Leann on a mission, to take human form, and to try and infiltrate the slayers. She is to gain their trust, and get t…
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