Chapter 21
“What exactly do you think you’re playing at?” Stormwinder demanded.
We’d walked about a quarter of a mile down a deer trail until the peacekeeping session and the shifters who had assembled therein were a mere fragment of sensation lingering around the edges of my consciousness. From this distance, I could smell their presence, but couldn’t disentangle individual identities.
Instead, my wolf nudged at my insides, flicking my attention from breeze-blown leaf to swooping swallow. A flock of turkeys half-hidden in the tall grasses made me salivate and the scent of a passing vole nearly had me lunging in search of an easy snack.
To cut a long story short, I was angry. And that meant I was 98% wolf.
The beast in question did its best to lull me into complacency, promising simpl
