There were few universal rules among shifters, but the requirement to offer a safe place to travelers on a full moon was one of them. Otherwise, a shifter on a full moon might be forced shift too close to human territory and expose their existence.
The requirement to have a place to restrain feral shifters was another.
There was no central shifter authority, but every territory in the country had one large pack that oversaw matters that affected all shifters. They usually had smaller packs reporting to them. If a pack refused to take in travelers, or if they had nowhere to restrain a dangerous shifter, they’d find themselves quickly disbanded, and their Alpha would find himself…well, he wouldn’t find himself, because he’d be dead.
Savannah and Austin fell silent again.
The drive through the night was long and torturous. Roy did everything he could to make their trip hell.
He’d learned to fake being unconscious, for one thing. Apparently he had admirable control over his heartbeat and breathing, and now that he’d figured out how quickly he could burn through their tranquilizers, he was doing his best to get them to use as many as possible.
So he would be lying there perfectly still, giving no sign that he’d woken up again, whatsoever, and then he would suddenly leap up with a terrifying roar and start tearing at his chains.
Austin had gotten so pissed off that he’d repeatedly punched Roy in the head, then beaten him with a wrench. It had just made Roy laugh.
