I sigh as I step around her and fall into a chair. I run my hand through my hair and wince as I touch the back of my head where I was hit.
"That's quite the goose egg you've got on the back of your head," she says, poking me lightly enough.
I wince again and know I can't prolong the inevitable. "I may have been attacked from behind and I may have been dragged away by the weakest shifters ever, which is why I got a gravel facial from hell."
"WHAT!" Aniu says, rushing around in front of me. "Who was it?"
I can see she already knows the answer, but I confirm by saying, "From what they were saying amongst themselves when they thought I was unconscious, they were supposed to get me to a waiting car and that I'm wanted alive...by the Northern pack."
Aniu's face pales. She stands and walks t
