Keith's POV
At the office in the estate, the footage played on the large screen, a silent, damning record of my failure. There I was—or rather, the thing I become—tearing through the reinforced silver restraints as if they were paper. Normally, the beast's rage is indiscriminate. It smashes, it destroys anything in its path.
But this time was different. This time, it had a destination. It was moving with a terrifying, single-minded purpose toward the Serpent's Kiss.
Why?
The answer appeared on the screen a moment later. Eleanor Moore. She stepped into its path, a flicker of silver hair and defiance against a monster. She was… talking to it. And then she did the impossible. She subdued it. With our own silver chains.
The footage ended at the storage room door. There were no cameras inside. What happened in that darkness was a blank spot in the record, but a glaring question mark in my mind.
Alfred broke the silence. "Do we believe this Ms. Moore will report what she witnessed?"
