Corel and I made it out of Kalmazar in two lights and one dark. Nobody came after us, nobody found our overdark shelter, no attacks were made against us. The soldiers finally had what they’d been waiting for—the Heir no longer was. Why bother searching for a human and a powerless peculiar who’d been tricked into betraying the one who’d done the most to bring people out of the King’s grip?

As the outside sucked Corel and me from the Jungle, as the Jungle released us, my arrow-wound and foot-burns disappeared. As Amaziel told me, the change happened instantly. Even saying it “happened” is misleading because it wasn’t something you could watch like Joely becoming the tiger in my dream. Corel was a man of the Jungle, and then, he was a panther, one whose soft, ebony f...

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