Beth grimaced at the news. “Great. Where’s the note?”
Miriam silently handed it to her. It was assembled ransom-style, and noted that demands would be made later. They identified themselves as “Lurker.”
“Can you still transform?”
“No, not completely. I still have my old senses, and I can raise some fur, fangs, and claws, but that’s about it.”
Beth nodded, handing her the note. “Good enough. See if you can get a scent off this.”
Miriam’s eyes lit up. “Wow! Why didn’t I think of that?” She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, rolling the scent through her nostrils and mind.
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