Avenging Autumn
house.
    She gave Blake a tight smile. “I’d better go help him. My guess is that milk is all over the floor.”
    And she turned and disappeared back inside the house.
    Lakota finished his sandwich and put the empty plate on the floor.
    “You know, Father,” said Blake, “I think I’m more cut up by the fact I can no longer shift, than the fact I can no longer walk.”
    “I think the two are connected. If you could shift, I think perhaps your body would change enough to heal itself. But, until your wolf is willing to try that with you, you won’t be able to shift or walk.”
    “So how do we go about getting my spirit guide back? I can’t even feel the wolf in my head anymore.”
    “It will still be joined to you. It’s just distanced itself from you,” Lakota said. “I think we should try again to ask the spirits to help you heal.”
    “I’d be willing to try anything.”
    “My fear is that it’s not your body that your spirit guide is frightened of, but your mind, and soul, and heart. It senses that you’re broken inside, Blackened Hawk, as well as the outside.”
    “I don’t know what I can do to change that. I’m trying, but when what makes you the person you are is gone, it’s almost impossible to get them back again. I feel so worthless, impotent sitting here in this damn chair while others have gone out to fight! What is my place in the world now? Who am I supposed to be?”
    “That’s what you need to figure out. Until you do, I fear your wolf will keep its distance.”
    “But will you still try to make contact?” Blake asked.
    Lakota nodded. “Yes, I’ll try.”

Chapter Seven
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    M IA TREMBLED, SHAKEN, but unhurt by the other shifters.
    Peter trotted up to her and nuzzled against the corner of her muzzle, checking she was all right. She flicked her tongue out in a lick, her sensitive palate picking up on the unease radiating from him. Though the attack from the other shifters had been sudden and unprovoked, Autumn now appeared to be inviting the other group along. Mia didn’t know if fighting was something that just happened between new groups of shifters when they were in animal form, but it wasn’t something she was used to and the attack had left her anxious. No one had been hurt—except possibly the pride of the wolf shifter when Marcus had used the branch to swipe the wolf when it came after her—but she still didn’t like the idea of running side by side with these new shifters.
    From his harsh words, it seemed Chogan thought so too, but for once Autumn wasn’t listening to him. She was so hell bent on finding Vivian, and destroying her, she wasn’t thinking clearly. Mia knew exactly how Autumn’s mind worked, and in her head she saw strong, aggressive shifters and figured that if they wanted to come along for the hunt, then why should she stop them? Autumn had forgotten that the reason Mia and Peter, and all the others were with her on this was because they loved her and would do anything for her. These other shifters only wanted to do what was best for themselves, and she’d heard about how they’d been tormenting those poor people back in Chicago. Plus, she didn’t like the way the blond guy was eyeing up Autumn—as predatorial as the leopard he shifted from. Autumn had been going through some tough times, but Mia didn’t think she was blind enough not to recognize his attraction. Her allowing them to come only gave this new guy Ollie Pritchard the wrong idea.
    For once, Mia wished she were back in her human body so she could council her friend. She briefly debated trying to force the shift back, but several things stopped her. One was that everyone was getting back on the move now, and she didn’t know how long it would take her to shift back. She didn’t want to hold people up. The other thing she was nervous of was the pain. It hurt so badly when she’d shifted into animal form—that pain still so fresh in her mind—and she was

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