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“What are you?” she whispered, almost afraid to voice the question. The bull did not answer, yet in its gaze, she felt an unspoken command, a promise, and a warning all at once. It was then that a strange thrill coursed through her. The air seemed to shimmer, the sunlight gleaming off the bul…

“What are you?” she whispered, almost afraid to voice the question. The bull did not answer, yet in its gaze, she felt an unspoken command, a promise, and a warning all at once. It was then that a strange thrill coursed through her. The air seemed to shimmer, the sunlight gleaming off the bull’s coat in a way that made it appear less a creature of flesh and more a being of light. Europa’s pulse quickened. She had to know—had to see more. With a tentative step, she moved closer.