PETRA
In my raven form, I fly as fast as my wings can beat, heading for Cambiador Palace. From this height, I can see the city far below and the land that surrounds the capital of the Werecat kingdom.
I wasn’t sure what I could do if anything to help the immortal child. I had no fighting skills, and I was limited in the shapes I could shift into.
Not only was I a young Skinwalker who hadn’t developed the wisdom or knowledge of shapeshifting into bigger animals, but my father had weakened me over the years by siphoning so much of my blood.
I would still do what I could for Queen Lamia’s child. Not just for her but for Oliver too. I owed it to both Lamia and Oliver, for very different reasons but they had both become my family. Even though Lamia had been upset with me and ultimately forg
