Caspen was breaking—shedding—unfolding himself from the inside out. It was like being in the middle of a volcano while it erupted. Along with the mental sensation, Tem experienced what Caspen felt physically. It was exactly as he’d said: transitioning was like taking off clothes. Layer after layer of restriction fell away, revealing the feral beast beneath. Join me, Tem. The hiss grew. Tem was unbearably hot, as if she had a hundred fevers at once. Something called to her—something that felt like Caspen, but wasn’t him—something primal and wild and free. Tem wanted to answer. But she
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