“Shift back,” I order.
He just goes limp, refusing to obey. I give him another rough shake, and he whimpers.
“Shift back, or I will give you a walloping that you will never forget.”
His ears twitch at the threat, and reluctantly, he shifts back into his human form in a shimmer of light. Staring at me now is an angry, sulking boy. I readjust my grip so that I’m holding him by the back of his shirt. “And where were you off to?”
His lips move, and I see him try to come up with an explanation quickly. “Nowhere. I just wanted to—I had to pee.”
“In the woods?” I ask in disbelief, not buying his tall tale.
He shrugs.
“And does your mother know you’re out here to relieve yourself?” I demand. From the guilty look in his eyes, my suspicions are confirmed. “How often do you go out like this?”
