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Intro. Unlike her bandmates, Jane had never managed to achieve full control over her shifting. The realization had been a bitter pill to swallow during her teenage years, watching other young wolves in the community master their transformations with what seemed like effortless grace. Jackson commanded his shifts like a seasoned performer taking the stage. Everett approached his changes with the same methodical precision he brought to tuning his guitar. Even Darius, chaotic as he was in human form, somehow managed to slip between shapes like he was changing clothes. But Jane? Jane's body betrayed her every single time. The experience was absolutely awful when the full moon reached its peak and began its slow descent toward dawn. Excruciating didn't even begin to cover it. Every fiber of her being rebelled against the change, as if her human and wolf sides were locked in perpetual warfare over who got to inhabit her skin. She hated everything about it. Hated the way her muscles seized

Jane Parker-werewolf

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