We'd just finished dinner when a figure stepped into the moonlight. From Spati's reaction, it was his "dead" brother, and he wasn't happy about it. I wondered if this had triggered his sudden transformation, or if it was unrelated. Luna and Ghosti were as troubled as I was. I'd only known Spati for a few days, but I'd already bonded with this little group. They'd been kind to me, and thanks to Spati I had regained my memories.

I flexed my hand, reaching instinctively for my whip. If Spati was upset, I was ready for a fight.