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She watches from the shadows, colorless eyes following Harrison's movements. The scent of fresh meat makes her mouth water; she licks away a dribble of saliva that escapes the corner of her lips, but it only serves to increase her hunger further. She ignores the rumble of her stomach as she pads toward her brother, tail low but swinging gently in welcome.

Hello, Harrison, Addison says, greeting him with a dip of her head. Can he tell? Does he notice she is irrevocably changed? She wonders just what it is about her that the witches had altered. Her soul, yes, but what of the outside?

Her tongue moves again to swipe across her jowls. Well caught, she remarks, with a tiny smile. You and the other men have had good hunting, I've noticed. The caches are well-stocked. They will not starve, barring the Worst.