Thessalia POV

Calyx looked up from one of Tulaska’s thick, well-cared-for ancient books. “So, you’re going to let them all call you Thessi?”

Thessalia shrugged. “It does sound more ‘shifter,’ and it’s what my closest friends and family call me, anyway. My brother started it when he was just twenty.”

Calyx nodded, her finger tracing the words on the page. “Nothing about the plant in here and these walls are too thick–maybe because shifter hearing is ...