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On cue, both Ahote's and Haken's bodies begin to snap, their arms and legs elongating, the bone structure of their faces pushing outward into the muzzle of a werewolf's true form.

"Today," Ahote shouts out as his back snaps audibly, thrusting his torso several feet higher into the air to its full natural height, "we will walk through these streets unafraid to show who we really are. We are the werewolves of Haven! Uprooted and transplanted, but no less the pack we once were. March with me! And show the humans that we are not afraid!"

One by one the assembled wolves initiate their change, the snaps and groans of dozens of bodies transforming as one rising as a song of defiance. The noise echoes throughout the city streets with more ferocity than any chant or rebellious yell could hope to match. At that moment, two pacification squads march onto the road before you, dressed in black riot gear, rifles held in sling-ready position.

Your breath catches in your throat, and you remember the smaller confrontation between Tiva and the patrol squad. What could happen if this all goes horribly wrong?

Will you stand with your pack at the front lines or hold back in the crowd, hoping to draw less attention to yourself?