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Tara’s p.o.v. After the agony subsides, I feel strong and powerful, the voices have settled down and seem to be in agreement that domination closely resembles oppression. Something I absolutely despise, almost as much as the I despise my mother,… no,.. I should stop calling her that,… Elizabeth!The need for revenge still burns hot in my veins, but I do recognize that however vile and evil that woman might be, she was and opportunist. I might not know her reasoning but she took advantage of a situation she herself didn’t directly cause. The way she treated me though, that’s all on her!Looking down on my father I realize how large I actually am. I understood that I would be bigger in my shifted form, but I never expected such a drastic difference, my paw is nearly as tall as my father’s entire body in human form.I take a small step, testing out these new extremities when I feel my shoulder scraping against a tree branch, how big am I anyway? But as I look over my shoulders my mind g
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The last Guardian Chapter Twenty-One
Linda’s P.o.v.There’s an unease in the air, thick and suffocating, I can almost see it vibrating, much like the rising heat that’s visible above the asphalted roads on a hot summers-day. Although I have never been able to shift, the wolf gene that’s encoded deep within my blood feels as if it’s bristled, hackles raised and ready to attack.I have tried every single ritual I can think of, from breathing exercises to full on spell work, just to get a premonition on what’s about to happen, but to no avail.Frustrated I throw the bowl of moon water against the wall, shattering the intricate glasswork into a thousand little colorful pieces, sunlight peeking through the old wooden shutters hits the shards and creates a kaleidoscope of miniature rainbows on the cream colored walls of my little personal shrine.I would’ve called it a beautiful sight had I not been so incredibly on edge.Just as I reluctantly grab my broom to clean up the mess I made, the door to my sanctuary is flung open a
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The last Guardian Chapter two: Small town charm
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The morning continues on the way it always does.The same people coming in around the same time, ordering mostly the same things time and time again, so I’m taking the orders, serving the food, pouring cups of coffee, wiping down counters, cleaning up tables, mundane and repetitive, nothing has changed. By the time 10am rolls around the diner has quieted down to just 3 elderly gentlemen sipping coffee and eating apple pie while talking about their glory days, what-ever a neighbor did or said recently and expressing how the whole world is going to hell, based on a half read article in the newspaper.Knowing it wont get any busier until around noon I walk over to Linda and ask if it’s ok to take slightly longer break than usual. With my truck out of commission I’ll have to walk over to the repair shop and hope Joe or mister Jackson, who owns the garage, is willing to drive out to my place and tow the truck into town for repairs.Maybe I should ask her if I can work the evening shift as
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