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Daphne My calves were starting to burn from walking along the contours of the steep grades. I was following behind Bart, and considering the fact that one of his thighs was probably bigger than my torso, the guy was surprisingly light on his feet. He wasn’t even breathing hard, and he had barely broken a sweat despite the fact that he was one very hairy werebear. Likewise, Oliver was behind me, his cheeks slightly red, like he was just out for a brisk walk on a nice spring day. “You know what, I’m going to shift.” I announced, and started stripping out of my clothes. The two big men promptly turned their backs, like they’d never seen a naked woman before. I appreciated their modesty, and in moments I had wedged my clothes into a tree and was back in the form of my spirit animal. I gave