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... , staring at her reflection as if she were memorising each strand of fur, each curve of her new form. The silver of her coat caught the moonlight, the sacred red mark glowing faintly like a flame against the shimmer of her brow. She was breathtaking. And she must have known it too—the way she lingered, silent and still, taking it all in.
We didn’t disturb her. One by one, we moved back a little, giving her space. This was her moment, not ours.
She lifted her head then, golden eye ...
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