“Rhiannon... Rhiannon!” Raksha's call jolted her awake, sitting up in bed and looking around, disoriented. “Rhiannon...”

“Don't talk to me!” the girl retorted angrily as she got up.

She paced the room she was in. She could see the ocean through the glass walls more than four inches wide, but the platinum sheen of the glass made it quite clear what the glass was mixed with. She hit it several times, hit it with fury, with despair, with bitterness, but a wolf wouldn't break through it.

“We could have escaped; by this time we would be free!” she shouted to Raksha, full of frustration.

“I couldn't let them hurt him, Rhiannon, you saw his wolf...”

“And did you feel it? Could you feel it? No! Couldn't you?” she retorted. “Because it wasn't his wolf, Raksha, it's just the form he takes of it, nothing more!”

“But they were going to hurt him...”

“And you really think we'll be able to escape from here without hurting him? What did you think I meant when I said 'fight'? To pull his tail affectio