Stealth-shift it is, then. No sooner had I triggered my change than the ground beneath my feet began to glow with a faint golden light. Soon, distinct lines appeared in the soil and rocks underfoot, the light increasing in intensity as it coalesced into runes and other arcane symbols. Here and there, ancient Latin punctuated the runes and symbols—excerpts from an exorcism rite if my guess was correct. Somehow, using my shifter magic had triggered the monastery’s latent magic defenses. Ah, fuck!
Finn would be so disappointed the Colin shifted to take on the monks
