Callista doesn't need a mask

“Don’t you have a mask?” Mira asked.

“Darling,” Callista said. “Don’t forget who made them.”

Callista immediately transformed, expanding into a sleek, black African buffalo nearly the size of an elephant. Her broad horns looked thick enough to pulverize a building.

“Go ahead,” Callista said, her voice unchanged despite her bulky new form. “Put them on.”

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