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*Isla* The howling is getting closer. Panic wells up inside of me. I don’t even have a weapon. Antony begins to strip, preparing to shift. We are all in trouble. “f**k,” Poppy mutters, turning away from him. The next thing I know, she’s disappearing into the nearby trees. “Poppy? What are you doing?” I shout to her. “She’s probably hiding,” Antony says behind me. I don’t particularly want to see my cousin naked, so I don’t turn to look at him. “Coward.” It’s the last word he mutters before I hear his voice in my head. “I’ve shifted.” Turning around, I see that he is now a large gray wolf. My eyes widen in shock. I wasn’t expecting him to be so big. Ben gathers up Antony’s clothing and shoves it into his backpack, picking that up off the ground, too. The howls are closing in on us. “