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Fane wanted to growl, to roar with triumph. Instead, he concentrated on the change. He pushed it faster than he ever had before. He had to escape. His muscles thickened, bones popped and cracked. His arms became the heavily muscled 8

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forepaws of the large tiger he knew he could become. His legs, too large for the manacles that were tight on the man, burst the shackles to pieces and he landed on the floor on all four paws. He looked at the smaller creature as it faded in and out and wondered if that was what a
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truly looked like. He may never know. He stepped over the pain rod, hitting it with his paw. It slammed against the wall and broke. Then he turned to his captor and lifted his lip in a silent snarl. Killing him would be easy. Almost too easy. He felt like he should let the creature out of his hell and give him a weapon. But he wasn’t stupid. He didn’t know what kind of tricks the thing had up its sleeve.

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Laynee stepped over the outer circle. She glanced around, making sure everything was in place. She’d had two weeks to prepare for this ritual. But for her, two weeks weren’t nearly enough. She would screw something up—even if the spell was given to her in a dream from the Lady goddess. She hurried inside and took her ritual shower, visualizing the negativity swirling down the drain. She would have preferred to bathe, but that would have taken too long and she needed to 9