Chapter 1047 What You Are

• Zayn
• It’s early evening under a shadow of rain clouds when another knock sounds on my door–far more polite than Fallon’s pounding hours earlier.
• Commander Heatherway, a stout but impossibly gifted shifter in his early fifties, nods in greeting when I open the door and silently allow him to step inside. He takes a moment to glance around, smiling in silent approval at my tidy, undecorated and sparsely furnished apartment. “General. Good evening.” He takes a few more steps into the foyer but doesn’t face me, his hands tucked neatly behind his back.