The scarred outlaw led her through the maze of corridors, ducking out of sight of several Weres patrolling the warren. Hettie had only heard about shape-shifting in school, had heard rumors of men who enjoyed taking animal forms for carnal pleasures, but since it was forbidden, she knew of no sorcerers who practiced it. It was said a powerful sorcerer could temporarily change a man, but this seemed to be a permanent ability. Men in several states of transformation inhabited the hideout. Some were regular men walking upright and armed, though they remained barefoot. Some preferred the lurching half-transformed versions of themselves, though what advantage their stooped, hairy bodies afforded them, she couldn’t guess at. Others walked on all fours, fully in wolf form. She glanced at Butch, w
