Amber took another step towards the window, glancing at the doorway before she returned her attention to Ronan. “Don’t get yourself killed.” She pointed a finger at him. “You better not get me stuck here.” Turning into a goshawk, she flew outside, mentally reaching for Treon who flew towards her.
“There’s someone watching you at the window,” Treon warned.
Amber didn’t need to look. “It’s Ronan.”
“That’s my grandfather?”
“Yeah.” She landed on his back and he hid her like he continued to hide himself.
“What do those from his country think of him?” Treon flew towards his family.
Finding it difficult to remain on his back in her goshawk form, Amber shapeshifted, leaning forward to hold on to him, speaking aloud now it was possible. “That he’s not someone to mess with.”
“That might he
