Chapter 27

We had resumed the road two days behind schedule. The snowstorm had not let out the following morning, and I had used that time to change the colour of my hair.

Gideon had done a double-take when he had seen me coming down for supper that day. I grinned and winked at him.

“You said so yourself. My hair was a dead giveaway, remember? I’ve found a better way of hiding it without cutting everything off.”

From recalling that event, Gideon’s face had become beet red, and Xander had looked at us questioningly. I recounted what happened, and everyone laughed at Gideon’s rash action, which ultimately saved my life.

Gideon had been right, though. I would have been found within a few days, maybe a week if he hadn’t cut all my fiery red hair.

The inn we had stayed in was called the “Wayward Dog.” I learned from Gideon that it was a place many shifters stopped while on the road. I also discovered that all three men were shifters, which explained why they hadn’t seemed bothered by the cold sto