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She was wrong. There wasn’t one wolf, but two. The pair of large wild dogs appeared above the rim of the stone slab, and their yellow eyes swept over us like a team of hungry athletes eying an all-you-can-eat buffet table. The larger of the two had a black coat, and the smaller one sported fine white fur.
Chris pulled me behind him, so his body stood between me and the sharp-toothed danger. I peeked around him, and my jaw hit the ground as the wolves began to change. Their fur shrank away to reveal clothes, and their paws changed into hands and shoe-covered feet. They stood on their hind legs and their forms stretched upward into human torsos and heads. The shorter one changed into a woman with long white hair who sported a white turtleneck sweater and jeans. The other wolf was
