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A grin slid onto the long snout and stayed there even as the thing shed its fur and fangs for the smooth pink skin of a human. A human named Orion. A mostly naked human named Orion. He walked over to the truck and shut off the engine, then returned to stand before me.
“I tried to tell you the truth,” he scolded me.
“Don’t you think showing me would’ve been a little more effective?” I scolded him.
He tilted his head to one side and studied me with that crooked grin of his. “You’re taking this pretty well for someone who just helped a werewolf drop a were-bear.”
I nodded at the prone figure of Tom. He was unconscious, but still transformed. “That’s a were-bear?”
“More or less, but don’t let his ugly side make you think they’re all like that,” Orion commented. He stooped and ro
