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“I don’t need a babysitter,” I grumble as I walk faster. I’m aware I’m not going to get rid of Dad, but I’m so mad. I want to be alone.
“I’m not babysitting,” Dad says, still right behind me. “I’m going to be there when you shift to make sure you’re alright. The way you shifted last time wasn’t ideal. This one could still be terrible.”
So what if it’s painful? Dad being there isn’t going to stop that. I quickly rip my clothes off and drop to the ground, crawling through the wolfsbane. Dad starts to undress, because of course he does.
“I want to be alone,” I call out.
“Sorry. That’s not what’s going to happen,” he says, throwing his shirt on the ground.
I get through the plants and go straight to the center of the grove. The moon is high, and I’ve not even felt a
