Chapter 7: Whispers of the Past

The aftermath of the moonlit confrontation was a cold war. Caius did not yell. He did not punish me in any conventional way. His fury was a silent, glacial thing. I was returned to my rooms, and the guards outside my door were doubled. The shattered window was replaced with magically reinforced glass that was impervious to even my full-moon-enhanced strength. The cage was more secure than ever. But something fundamental had changed. The bars were the same, but the prisoner was different. The...