#CHAPTER 117: Shrine

“Miss Astor!” came a voice from our right. We turned to see Shotz running up to us. I was happy to see he looked a little less dusty than he’d seemed the last time we met, and the vague look of helplessness in his eyes had gone. Zane, however, seemed less than welcoming as Shotz joined us. “I hear you’ve formed some sort of labor union,” Zane said coldly. Shotz frowned. “Nothing so formal, but yes, we’ve got a coalition going that will address some of the problems around here and bring them to whoever is in charge.” “I’m in charge,” Zane said, and there was a bit of growl in his voice. “If I may,” I said, feeling like I might be setting myself up for a major blow. “Human labor unions are about having a voice to speak for the many, which is something werewolves aren’t really used to.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” Zane demanded. I shrugged. “In a werewolf labor force, the obvious spokesman is the ranking alpha. It’s different for humans because there’s nobody ‘obvious