Amber was half tempted to ask why Treon had agreed to come here. “What do you want to do?”
Treon stared at her for a moment. “Can you shapeshift into your bird form and sit on my shoulder while I walk through the castle and you tell me where everyone is?”
“It’s a goshawk.” He made it sound like she was some pirate’s parrot.
He grinned fleetingly. “Can you?”
“Yeah.” Shifting forms, she flew to his shoulder and landed on it. “Now what?”
“Direct me. I need to know where every one of Brigitte’s hybrids and hunters are.”
“This could take a while,” Amber warned.
“Will that be a problem? Can you hold this form that long?”
“I can hold it.” She mentally searched the area. “Okay, you ready to do this?”
“Yes.”
Amber directed him throughout the castle, telling him the location of each hybrid
