“Turn back.” Tyr said again then paused as a growl echoed through the air. “What do you mean you can’t?”
“He can’t?” Lottie looked around hoping this half of the conversation she understood wasn’t what she thought it was.
Tyr looks back at her flashing a half smile, “He can. He’s in his head about it.” Another growl interrupted him and Tyr whipped his head back up to Fen’s, “You’re the son of the greatest shapshifter in the universe. If you mean to tell me you are too weak and feeble that you can’t control your own size then you deserve to be stuck like that.”
Lottie placed her hands on her hips, while Tyr was clearly the tough love kind of figure, she figured a more gentle approach. “Tyr,” She sighed, “Can you please give us a minute?”
The shock on his face was overshadowed when Fen
