Safe to say, she'd learned a valuable lesson from that point onward.
So rather than baring her fangs at her father, Rhazira chose to sharpen her claws behind his back.
She once again became the daughter he could proudly present to the rest of the clan, obediently following in his footsteps while quietly biding her time.
Every lesson she learned, every responsibility she accepted, and every ounce of trust she regained was ultimately for one purpose alone: finding a way to restore her beloved to his original state. And if restoring him proved impossible, then she would simply make him something greater, something powerful enough that she would never again have to fear losing him.
Ideally, such a thing should've been impossible.
But perhaps one small blessing had come from being raised by a monster whose ambition knew no bounds.
