“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