I wasn’t sure how much time passed, but Dastien was still asleep when Donovan returned.
The verdict was that I had to be on the coven’s land by nine tomorrow morning, and had to stay until the day before the next full moon. While I was there, I had to fully suppress my wolf. The witches wanted me to live as a coven member, not as a Were. It was the stupidest thing I’d ever heard. Like it or not, I was a Were. Nothing was going to change that.
I’d been warned that the Internet was nearly nonexistent at the compound. Apparently, the witches thought technology was a crutch. An unnecessary distraction. I hadn’t been without my cell in years. Years.
So, probably no FaceTime. No Skype. No video chatting. I wouldn’t even get email.
Donovan had left me to break the news to Dastien. Smart guy.
