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"Cards go," The wolf nodded. "You, my fellow lyncanthrope... go back to your more mundane appearance."

"You're taking us captive?" Smith asked, grimacing at a sudden twinge in his shoulder. He touched a hand to it. When he pulled his fingers away they were gold with ichor. Still bleeding.

He wiped his hand off on his trousers and squinted up at the talking werewolf. "Why?"

"Hardly fair to kill an unarmed man," The wolf shrugged. "Executions are not our way of doing things."