Ziggy couldn’t get a word out as she choked.
“Camber, there was a reason for this. Please, Brogan, let her down. Trust me,” Margot said.
Camber looked at Margot, not knowing what to do.
“Please trust me, Camber,” Margot said.
Camber saw how yellow Brogan’s eyes were, and her face was starting to shift. She put her hand on Brogan’s naked back.
“Calm, Brogan. Put her down, and let’s let Ziggy and Margot speak. Please, Brogan.”
It took about ten seconds, but Brogan let Ziggy down. Ziggy rubbed her neck and coughed and spluttered.
“Get your breath back, Ziggy,” Margot said.
“Do you know what she did, Margot?” Camber said. “She broke my heart.”
“I had to,” Ziggy spluttered.
“You had to lead those bastards to us?” Brogan said.
Through the shock of Ziggy being there, Camber forgot Brogan was naked.
“Brogan, put something on.” A pile of clothes was sitting on the end of the bed. “I left those out for you.”
Military combat trousers and a T-shirt. Ziggy had something similar on.
“Everyone turn around,” Camber said.
Brogan looked at her strangely. “Wolves don’t worry about nakedness.”
“Yes? Well, I do. Get dressed.”
If Brogan wasn’t so angry at Ziggy’s appearance, then she’d find this claiming of her body funny, and warming to her heart.
Brogan dressed quickly and walked to Camber’s side.
Margot said, “I’ll let Ziggy explain.”
Ziggy, now upright, was still rubbing her neck.
“Speak,” Brogan said firmly.
“Okay, uh…do you remember this person helped when we were evacuating you?”
Ziggy, before their eyes, changed seamlessly to the shimmering light purple coloured humanoid that had helped get them out of the firefight.
“What are you?” Camber asked.
“A shifter.”
“What, like Morrigan?” Camber asked.
“No, Morrigan only imitates. She has a base humanoid being, like you see her out there. We do not. I like this body image, it fits with how I feel I am.”
“And so how can you be in two places at the same time?” Brogan said.
“The one you thought was Ziggy, who was betraying you, was my dearest friend Rayne,” Ziggy said.