Chapter 18
“Why don’t you shift?” Gia whispered. She and Jane were tied up away from Remy and Jules. They made the odd pair. Gia was petite and slender with a classic Cajun or Hispanic look while Jane was stocky and solid and pale.
“The change takes too long,” Jane whispered back. “They’ll see me shifting and they’ll shoot the others. That’s what they said when they grabbed me, and I believe them. I don’t think these people would hesitate to hurt any of us.” She had a cut on her forehead where one of the men had smashed her with the butt of his rifle. The blood was dried now making her skin look even paler.
Gia thought of the wide scar on her upper arm and nodded. “I think you’re right.”
“Why isn’t your father tied up?”
“I don’t know.” Gia glanced across the room. Her hair was a mess
