asked Willow, surging forward to grab her sister. Yeah, Rhion wanted to know that, too. Also why weren’t they in bed? It was almost 3:00 a.m. and he was more than ready for a few hours sleep before the working day began again. Rhion followed Willow and Cadfael into the apartment, but he was staring at Eilidh. She had a blank look on her face, not her “concerned nurse” mask, which at least meant no one was ill or in serious need of attention. But she wasn’t giving him any clues as to how to behave either. “Both of you go over there and turn into wolves right now,” ordered Hawthorne, pointing her finger at the far side of the living room. This apartment wasn’t all that big, and with five of them in it as well as the furniture there wasn’t much empty space, but Rhion did as she said, stood behind the couch, turned his back to the room, and stripped off, then transformed into his wolf. He padded out to the side of the couch, keeping as far away from Hawthorne as he could, not knowing whether she was frightened or not.
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