Pan and Noah's story continues...

For every problem Pan solves, he makes three more, but accidentally turning Noah–his only connection to magic and the man who has been helping him–into a selkie might be the worst. Now he needs to earn Noah’s trust, and Pan has no idea where to start. He’s a god; people are supposed to beg him for forgiveness and aid.

Then a group of drak start following him around, thinking that he’ll be able to help them recover their ability to breathe fire. The last thing anyone needs is shapeshifting fire-breathing cats. But when they offer their prayers, Pan can’t refuse.

Noah should have realized he couldn’t trust a word that fell off Pan’s tongue before kissing him. Now, he kind of needs him because there are no other living selkies, and he doesn’t know what to do. Not that he even wants to be a selkie, but the coat is now his, and only his. As much as he wants to run away from all of this, the mythos aren’t going anywhere, and helping Pan gives him something to do.

The trouble is, the more he is around the powerless god, the easier it becomes to forgive him because he really is trying to help his people, even if it is only so they will worship him again. At least this time, Noah understands Pan only cares about himself.

Or at least he thought he understood…