"Why are we changing?" I asked softly, my breath pluming in the damp chill as I subtly rubbed my chest where the violet magic was still humming. "Wouldn't we be faster on four paws if something jumps us?"
"Not in there," Athena answered, stepping up to my other side as she pulled her hair back into a fresh hair tie. She pointed into the thick of the swamp. "Look at the overgrowth, Rachel. There are certain spots where we can squeeze through, but the ancient trees are grown too close together to run through as wolves. Our larger forms would get wedged or slowed down by the brambles, making us sitting ducks for rogues or whatever the witches have watching the borders."
"She’s right," Demetrius agreed, his voice dropping to a low, cautious rumble as he drew a silver-tipped dagger from his b
