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The wolf god rose up from its blob form and shaped itself into a human. He lifted his snout at the pile of ash. That was a messy job.
The figure brushed off what little dust clung to their outfit and turned to face us. As he did the clothes seemed to slip into his person like retractable claws until all the remained was a familiar black turtleneck and jeans. The claws morphed into human hands, and the feet formed into shoes.
Eric looked back at me through human eyes no longer surrounded by that strange, scarred mask.
My eyes widened as Eric’s guilt-ridden gaze shifted to the wolf figure, where his expression hardened. “I told you to keep her away.”
You forget who you’re talking to Vanar scolded him as he slipped over to the pile of ash and studied the remains. Did it find the
