Zion ducked behind the trees behind the packhouse, providing me with some shelter to shift. Our clothes from earlier were left here to allow us to dress upon our return. I felt as he handed power back to me, his whole mood as low as my own. He, too, missed his mate, and had hoped to take out his wrath on the rogues who had caused her death. My bones fracture and dislocate, twisting back to their human form, in a swift and easy shift, while Zion went to curl up in the nether regions of my mind to sulk. We may be grown, but he still liked to act like a child when he didn’t get his own way.
I quickly slipped the clothes over my naked body in case there was anybody else around, before cutting through the gardens at the back of the packhouse to get back to my room. My Beta suite was the on
