Chapter 20

I take his hand and let him pull me up. Then I touch the fur on his cheek. It's bristly but soft, too. I give it a little tug, curious why anyone would have fur on their face.

"What are you doing?" Callan asks.

"Are you human?" I ask. "What creature has fur on its face?"

He lets out a booming laugh. "I do, that's who," he says. "Now we'd better hurry or the food will be gone when we get there."

I want food, so I follow him out of the room, but my body is on alert and ready to bolt if I need to.