Chapitre 49: Deadly Hunt (4)

Sverre sat, hunched over, naked in the tree, his hair sleek, feathers dangling from the plaits on one side. "Word got back to me about an attack," he explained. "I only managed to tell Faidon in time."

I'm sorry... let me process this for a moment. Sverre, the guild master, can change to and from a crow. Instead of explaining himself about this sudden news, he jumps straight into why he was here.

My chest rose and fell harshly from running in the cold. I cleared my throat and asked exactly what was on my mind, "How are you here…?"

Sverre cocked his head to the side, and I saw it then! The movement was very bird-like. "You… shifted… from a crow…"

He cocked his head to the other side.

"You're a … shifter?" That term 'shifter', I'd learned it somewhere. But where?

"Indeed. We crows have always helped the Weres. It is in our nature to."

My lips parted and snapped shut, still reeling from what I saw and heard.