"They caged her body, but the moon still moved in her veins and the night always remembers its wolves."
The Eastern Chambers were quieter than I liked. Quieter, because everyone was holding their breath, waiting for me to return. By the time I slipped back through the outer guard lines, the Thorne brothers were already glaring at me like they had known I was gone. Rell leaned against the wall, smirking like a wolf who smelled trouble. Gavriel stood tense, a hand on the pommel of his blade, his eyes burning with questions he did not dare ask aloud. They did not stop me, though. It was the way my aura still bristled, panther power laced sharp with dungeon-stink, or they had just learned that if you try to block a predator, you had better be prepared to lose a hand.
