Full scene panel- Chapter 14 of Fangs, Fur
(First Rumi reference pose- Kinschiโs werewolf Rumi)
Mira walked in already expecting a mess.
The wreckage registered firstโthen her brain caught on the green-tipped mass of black fur in the center of the room and stalled so hard it nearly derailed her body as it promptly tried to throw her back out the door she just came through.
Zoey. Except not Zoey-Zoey.
Massive, bipedal Zoey, towering in the center of the room like sheโd been built out of old legends and battlefield prayers. A form you didnโt see in student housing. A form you didnโt see at all unless something had gone catastrophically wrong.
Miraโs mouth opened on instinct. โWhat the hellโโ
Zoeyโs gaze was practically welded to her. And the sound that came out wasn't another warning growl.
A command of pure power and authority poured into sound, aimed at the world and daring it to challenge her.
It hit Mira in the sternum like a shove.
She felt her spine go cold with a very old, very unpleasant kind of respect.
A myth, according to most wolves you talked to. Something you didnโt witness so much as you survived hearing about.
And Zoey had justโฆ done it.
Like it was a furry hoodie she could throw on when she got stressed.
And in Zoeyโs wake, half-shadowed behind her, Mira watched the second impossible thing.
Rumi flinched as the cry shot right through her, hooked under her ribs, and yanked.
There was a tiny, helpless moment where her hands clenched at her sides and it looked like she was trying to stop something, then she ripped off her hoodie and her body answered anyway.
And that was when Miraโs thoughts tripped over themselves.
Claws slid out, dark and curved and so sudden that the tips bit into skin.
Bright beads of blood welled at her palms and ran.
But Miraโs eyes were too busy screaming DEMON to focus on that, watching as horns forced themselves through Rumiโs hairline, a set of fangs flashing as she sucked in a breath, and a tailโa fucking tailโunfurling into existence behind her.
Then it somehow justโฆ kept going.
Her shoulders held a subtle new breadth, body packing on more muscle.
Horn nubs broke through the skin before her actual horns.
Tusks emergedโsmall, vicious-looking ridges that made Miraโs instincts recoil on reflex.
Her skin turned lilac. Jagged stripe-patterns glowed a deep purple.
Mira inhaled sharply, staring with a sick kind of clarity as she braced for a second supernaturally enhanced enemy, both formidable in their own ways.
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