"We didn't kill the Pillar," Shelly said in as calm a voice as she could muster. "We don't know who did. We're trying to find out."
He was in full wolf form now, with a snake for a tail. The sword was gone, but she noted a dull gray sheen to his pelt. Whatever it was about that sword that tugged at her memory told her to be extra careful.
"I'm terribly sorry to hear that," the wolf demon grinned at them. At least she was no longer distracted by his beauty. "I'm sure if I offer your two corpses up to Poseidon, he'll allow me to stay. It's nothing personal, you understand, but I have grown accustomed to this home over the centuries, and I was loathe to start imbuing a new place with my power."
