‘I’m part Warg, so even if I gain a Warg form, I should be fine as long as I keep away from Zelex.’ The Suneater was aware of the effect he had on Syrah and the female members of her tribe.

He wished to restore the glory of the Summoner clan and make amends for his past atrocities, not to found a new clan with the Wargs and Hati.

“What do you mean, when?” Lith asked. “I thought you would go home today.”

“Yeah, about that.” Zoreth wanted to scratch her head in embarrassment, but her two left arms slammed into each other. “I’m sorry for inconveniencing you further, but could you prolong your stay here for a couple more days?”

“It depends.” Lith exhaled sharply, and Kamila kicked him from under the table. “What’s this all about?”

“We’ll talk about it after lunch.” Both sets of arms went for the same fork and knife, sending the cutlery flying. “Now I need to find a way to bring this delicious food to my mouth or I’ll starve.”

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