Chapter Eleven

**Zane**

I ran out of the house and shifted, running to the only place I could think of. I knocked on the door of the guard tower, which I had been significantly modified since Vak moved in. He opened it and peered out at me.

“Zane the Mane,” he said, “do you need some clothes?”

“Yeah, please.”

He let me in and then went up a tall, spiraling staircase, coming back a few minutes later with a white