“Sir… Inuksuk. Respectfully, I don’t think I can shift again so soon. I faced a challenge for mating rights to Kane and had to shift not long ago. If I try to shift now, nothing will happen.”
The old man pursed his lips, squinting at her as if she were pulling his leg, even as Brielle lifted helpless hands.
Leaning heavily on the cane, and with both his children steadying one elbow from their seats at his sides, he rose on shaking legs.
A change came over his face. The silver glow of wolf eyes, yes, but it was more than that. His words were guttural, his face seemed to shimmer, and dominance buffeted us like a tidal wave, flowing from the deceptively frail man.
“Shift!” The command hit us all square in the chest, and I was grateful to already be in fur, immune to the order. The rest of
