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chapter 58

Werewolves only change at the full moon. Only with the ceremony.

But this one changes in my sitting room.

There aren’t any real weapons around me; I grab a fork from the breakfast table. The werewolf’s jaws snap at my face as I dodge backward. He manages to grab me, opens his mouth to roar, and I jam the fork into his mouth, into his soft palate.

And then he bites down and my arm comes away.

I stagger backward, speechless with disbelief for just a second because it’s disconcerting to see your hand detached from your body. But then the pain hits me and I’m not speechless anymore. Somehow, I manage to scream out, “guards!” Then, I can’t stop screaming it, higher and shriller as I topple the table between us to buy me time. My blood sprays in an arc across the carpet; that’s not something I can buy time for. I’m already dizzy, but I can’t turn my back on him. I have to focus. I have to concentrate.

It’s not even a nanosecond, but it feels like a lifetime before the thralls enter. The fir
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