Chapter 11
Half an hour later, I stood in front of the glass basement door, peering out at the sloping backyard. I was buck n***d and shivering, only my amulet separating me from complete nudity. Still, my wolf refused to emerge.
She was there in my belly. There in my throat. Her fur tried to press up through my skin...then I was slapped back into humanity.
I fingered the teardrop tattoo on my cheekbone, remembering its origin. Had the Queen drained more out of me than I’d thought when channeling energy through this tattoo?
No. I’d shifted multiple times while trying to drag Aiti’s canoe to earth. At the time, the shifts had been as instinctual as breathing. The recalcitrance of my wolf now was a simple physical reaction to lack of food and drink.
I jumped. One moment I’d been peering
