The days after what happened blurred together, heavy with worry. Ravenclaw felt less like a home and more like a place filled with hidden dangers. Guards walked around more often, servants hurried by quietly, and whispers were everywhere.
Damien had ordered an investigation. Servants were brought before him, their shaky voices echoing in the meeting room as warriors stood along the walls. He questioned them one by one, his voice harsh and his eyes unforgiving. Even the most faithful wolves felt uneasy under his suspicion.
Evelyn stood to the side during one of the questionings, her hands held tightly together. She watched a young kitchen worker barely older than sixteen stumble over his denials as Damien's voice grew stronger, sharper, demanding names and loyalty. The boy's eyes started to tear up.
