Eleven
Clotho helpfully hands me a new robe – don’t ask me where she suddenly got it from – and I wrap myself in the soft fabric, glad I’m no longer standing here naked. In the one or two werewolf books I read, they never had to deal with that problem. If only the bear shifter magic had thought of shifting clothes along with the bodies.
“What happens if Arcas decides he wants to live?” Lachesis asks and I’m tempted to throw something at her. Alis is still raging and I’m worried she’ll shift us again if she becomes too angry. Even though shifting doesn’t hurt, it gets exhausting if done too many times in one day.
“Then we’ll persuade Van Deen to separate from Arcas,” I say more confidently than I feel. From what I’ve heard about him, Van Deen will never do that.
“You don’t even believe
