The first thing Primrose noticed when she woke up was that the bed had shrunk.
Or rather, something in the bed had grown.
She tried to roll over to hug Caspian, but found herself immobilized by a massive, soft, warm weight pressing down on her legs and back.
Did Rurik sneak in here as a wolf again? she thought groggily. I told him the royal bed is a 'No-Shedding Zone'.
She opened one eye.
It wasn't Rurik.
It was Tails.
Nine of them.
They weren't the translucent, ghostly mana-tails she usually summoned during battle. These were physical. They were thick, luxurious, and covered in fur as white as snow, with tips that shimmered a deep, iridescent ocean blue.
They filled the entire bed. One was draped over Caspian's chest. Another was acting as a pillow for her own head. Two more were swaying lazily in the air like hypnotic cobras.
"Oh no," Primrose whispered.
She tried to sit up. The tails moved with her, heavy and real. She felt the muscles at the base of her spine twitch.
