Chapter 223

• Sheila turned on a lantern when we reached her tent. My heart sank when I saw that the cot was back to normal. Alec had either had it fixed or found a replacement. Was that his attempt at an apology or was he simply fulfilling his role as the leader of the feral shifters?
• “You’ll want to get some sleep tonight,” Sheila said. “I don’t know all the details, but I think tomorrow will be a big day for you.”
• “If it’s still happening,” I said.