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... ed through the courtyard, tearing from her throat like a wound reopening.
Bones cracked—her own—as her limbs stretched with a sickening pop, her fangs spilling past her lips in a grotesque elongation, her fur exploding in black flame that licked at the mist, her form twisting—monstrous, primal, a beast, her body shaking with the effort of holding back the flood of memory and rage.
She stood between Azareel and the incoming horde, snarling, her voice a guttural roar that vibrated ...
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