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Chapter Forty Eight

"I need my legs! Hurry." In full panic mode, Galene hefted herself onto the rocks. She couldn't hear the conversation this far off, but she knew from Stralath's aggressive stance that the fisheri were not here to play.

"Calm down." Miro crouched beside Galene. "Deep breaths."

"Don't give me that zen bullshit! What do I do aside from dragging this heavy-ass tail meat out of the water."

"Visualize the transformation."

"I'm visualizing so hard my brain is about to explode. Go and help him?"

Miro grinned. "Help who? Stralath or Darghelm.”

"Being an indecisive bitch isn't a joke." Galene jabbed a finger at the beach. "They're about to declare war."

"I won't leave you unprotected during a shapeshift."

"Fine." Galene could do this. She closed her eyes and focused on having legs. All she could hear was a buzzing in her ears. Nothing worked, and Galene tried not to freak out. At Stralath's war cry, her eyes snapped open. He would shapeshift any second.

Without thinking, Galene rolled herself
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