From “Max” Max finds himself being attacked by five dolphins only to recognize one of them.
“Genevieve?” he said, moving closer to her. She was from his clan, his territory. “What are you doing? Are you okay?” he asked. Knowing he’d just squeezed her until she lay limp in his arms, a stream of guilt moved through him.
Another woman spoke up as he grappled to see more faces he knew, but Genevieve held the only one familiar.
“You know him?” she said to Genevieve.
“He’s from my territory,” Genevieve told them, her tone disdainful.
Max motioned toward her side beneath the water. “Why didn’t you shift? I could have killed you?” Frustrated, he glared at her. Was she trying to get him to hurt her? He groaned in the night air. That’s all he needed was to be accused of murder on top of people believing him a spy.
The man said, “Why didn’t you kill her when you had the chance if you didn’t recognize her?”
Treading water, Max gave a sneering glare. “It wasn’t necessary to stop her.”
The woman beside the other man tilted her head. The gleam of her yellow arm caught his vision, her fingers wiggling, voice excited. “You’re the spy?” the woman said.
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