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Sara knew as soon as they had shifted, but she kept moving. If she had a moment to think,
she would be marveling at the fact that she hadn t run since her attack when she was 8.
And now she had run almost 5 miles and felt no, she knew that she could go another
20. But they were gaining on her. She had been right. They were much faster once they
shifted.
Sara cleared the woods and made a mad dash for her house. She leapt over a car parked in
front of her porch, which bought her precious seconds, flew up the stairs and through her
front door. She turned and slammed the door just as the cats made it up the stairs. She
could hear them throwing themselves against the wood. She wondered how long before
they forced the heavy oak off its hinges? She wondered where Zach and the rest of the
Pack where?
She wondered how long before the bitches behind her actually said anything?
Sara looked over her shoulder at the four women standing behind her, one holding her
shotgun.
They were beautiful women. Tall. Powerful. Blonde. Really blonde. Impeccably dressed,
sporting $400 gold-colored shoes and gold jewelry she could never afford.
They were right. You do look like your mother.
Sara was having such a bad day. She sighed and stepped forward to face the leader. She
wasn t the tallest, but clearly she ran these females.
She killed my sister. Now I m going to kill you. She stated simply. I had hoped to do it
long ago, but that bitch grandmother of yours moved like lightning.
Then let s end it. Sara was so tired of the bullshit. Here. Now. Anything to get you to
shut the fuck up.
The woman hissed her displeasure and Sara snarled back. Her lips pulling back over her
growing canines.
Then the bitch s hand was around her throat, dragging her close. Sara grabbed at the hand
cutting off her oxygen, panic spreading through her. Panic. Fear. And anger. Definitely
anger. The female leaned in and smelled her. How sweet. Just turned. Just marked. A
tongue that should not have been able to fit in the woman s mouth lashed out and swiped
up the entire side of Sara s scarred face. It wasn t really wet, but dry and painful. I bet
he ll miss you when you re gone. Then she lifted Sara off the floor and tossed her across
the room and through the closed glass window.
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Zach skid to a halt in front of Sara s porch, Conall practically slamming into the back of
him. He watched her body flying toward the window and his mind howled in anger and
pain. He was going to lose her. Lose the only woman he d liked much less loved. But as
Sara s body cleared the glass, he watched her change. Her limbs smoothly shifted to hind
and front legs. Her hands and feet into paws. Black hair spread over her body. And her
beautiful face elongated into a muzzle and snapping jaws.
Then she hit the porch, bounced and flipped off it; sliding across the grass in front of her
house and coming to a halt when she slid right into Zach s long front legs.
And just like that she d shifted, officially becoming one of them. One of the Pack. But this
was her first shift. She d need time to come to terms with it. Time to learn to use her new
body. Time none of them had.
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Sara felt her body go through the window. Felt the glass shredding her clothes, tearing her
flesh. She briefly wondered how long she could fight if she lost a lot of blood.
She felt herself hit the porch, bounce once, and flip off it into the air. Then she felt grass
and dirt against her body as she slid into Zach. He wasn t the Zach she was used to seeing.
He was the wolf she d set up on her couch. But she recognized those eyes. Those hazel
eyes. If she d seen them that night, she would have known it was him. No one else had
eyes like that.
She smelled the cats coming closer and heard them moving, surrounding her and the Pack,
and she scrambled up on all fours, ready to fight.
It took her a good five seconds to realize that she was no longer human. She realized
she d shifted when she went through the window. That explained why she d bounced so
easily from the porch. She shook herself out of her clothes as the power of the wolf
coursed through her new body. She felt the strength of centuries of breeding. And felt the
lust for the hunt and the kill. She turned to the beast behind her father s death. A golden
lioness stood on her porch and roared in rage. And Sara realized that as a lion, the bitch
was huge.
All the cats were. She stared in awe at their size and beauty and tried to figure out how,
exactly, they were going to fight animals that weighed a good 300 to 400 pounds more
then any of her Pack did? Then she felt Zach brush up against her. She felt his strength.
His power. And his utter confidence in her. Confidence in the psychotic bitch he d come
to love.
He was right. She was a psychotic bitch. And these heifers had killed her father. She was
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probably going to get herself killed today, but she was going to hurt, maim, and kill as
many as she possibly could.
She turned to face them; her lips peeling back to bare her teeth, a snarl angrily forced out
of her. And that s when they burst out of the woods. Thirty-strong. She saw Marrec and
his Pack. People she d known most of her life. She knew each one even as wolves. Jake.
Fogle. Lana from the hair salon, and so many more. She recognized their scent. The rest?
True wolves. Wolves and descendents of wolves that had watched over her since she was
a child.
Sara turned back to the lioness. Things had just evened up a bit. And being the psychotic
bitch that she was, she charged her head-on. The lioness let out a roar that shook the trees
and went up on her hind legs, but Sara kept coming. She collided with the female and
clamped her jaw around the beast s throat. Then three of her Pack joined her. Two went
for its groin. The other gripped its head in her mouth. Then they all bit down and wouldn t
let go. The lioness fought but still Sara wouldn t release her. Big paws clawed at her,
tearing her fur-covered flesh. She ignored the pain and the blood she could feel running
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De minimis - o najmniejszych rzeczach.
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Dobro to tylko to, co szlachetne, zło to tylko to, co haniebne.
Dla człowieka nie tylko świat otaczający jest zagadką; jest on nią sam dla siebie. I z obu tajemnic bardziej dręczącą wydaje się ta druga. Antoni Kępiński (1918-1972)
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