CHAPTER 36

Jory...or Zathas...charged, water flung up around him as he ran. Shadows followed, snaking through the mire and along the divots and delineations left by the hills of mud. He shifted as he ran, the ripple of his changed shuddered and twisted. It looked violent and uncomfortable, and when complete, it was something out of a dark dream that faced the pack.

Bria was surprised, at first, that the tran