"All right," Samantha said, slipping the ring back onto her finger with deliberate slowness. "Let's see if Maelith Darkwater can remember why saving a kidnapped werewolf matters."
The transformation rippled through her like water finding its level.
This time, instead of the jarring shift she'd experienced before, the change felt almost... natural.
Maelith's memories and personality traits settled over her consciousness like layers of silk, each one adding depth and complexity to the false identity.
But something was different this time. Rather than Samantha's awareness being buried beneath Maelith's persona, she could feel both personalities existing in an uneasy coexistence—like two people sharing the same small room, each trying to maintain their own space while acknowledging the other's presence.
