Snitches Get Stitches

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No one was more specie-ist than a bunch of shifters. The predators were the worst of the lot as they assumed that they were the cream of the crop, but us prey shifters weren't blameless either.

Personally, I had no time or energy to spend on it.

Rolling my eyes, I sneered at the closed door. "I don't think that we can really blame an entire species for the actions of a few," I sneered. I really did not want to deal with this on top of everything else. I had enough shit on my plate; if she had beef with a single reptile shifter, then that was on her. "And what type of shifter are you?"

It was one of the biggest insults that one shifter or human can give the other… asking about the beast inside of them. With most shifters, you could tell what they were, and they didn't try all that hard to disguise themselves.