Chapter 21
“So give it to him.”
This was Theta, crouched beside the packs as she shuffled through their contents. I’d been so focused on fire building—then on figuring out how to work the straps and zips on my borrowed garments one-handed—that I hadn’t asked whether the sculpture had been left where it fell when I shifted into wolf form the first time.
My relief at seeing the statue materialize in Theta’s hand was overwhelmed by a brand new voice in my head. “Neh.”
This was the prehistoric painter, the syllable she spat out unfamiliar but its meaning obvious. I could feel her there inside me, her intensity providing certainty that my gut reaction had been right.
We couldn’t give this statue up.
“No,” I translated, taking in Claw’s raised eyebrows, Harry’s considering squint, Val’s c*
