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things you said while we were driving

“Prove it,” Mason said, and he’d been grateful Trevor took the bait because he wouldn’t have been able to manage the wheel anyway.

Even so, he won’t make it home.

“Pull over,” he rasps, voice low.

Trevor doesn’t respond. He’s been on a Taylor Swift kick lately, and he’s got Anti-Hero on full blast.

Mason slaps the sound off. “Pull over.”

“Dude, what did you do that for, I was jamming! That song is my anthem.”

“I’m serious, pull over.”

“What, you going to puke or something? We’re almost home, you’ll make it. Don’t ralph in here.”

Mason grabs Trevor’s wrist. He can feel the change creeping over him: hair turning to fur, fur sprouting up his back and down his legs. Jaw lengthening, teeth twisting. “If you don’t pull over I’ll steer us into the grass.”

Something cues Trevor into the fact that this isn’t a joke. “Okay, okay, I—Mason?”

“This isn’t how I wanted you to find out,” he says. It’s the last thing he’ll manage to say until his vocal cords return to their human state.

His hands—claws now, really—scrabble against the door handle and he tumbles into dirt as Trevor screeches to a halt.

“Sorry,” he tries, but it’s unintelligible. And then he’s too much a wolf to feel anything like remorse.

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