Raksha was pacing back and forth impatiently, and Rhiannon could have sworn she was about to smack her even with her tail.

“What if something’s wrong with him?” Rhiannon asked anxiously, wringing her fingers, and they both knew she meant Aidan.

“But how did you even think of doing that!” the she-wolf reprimanded her uneasily. “No less than drinking silver!”

“I needed to check if I actually acquired some immunity,” Rhiannon said, defensively.

“What if you had died? Didn't you think of that?!”

“I knew it wasn’t going to kill me!”

“Then if you knew you didn’t need to take it!” her she-wolf shouted back, and Rhiannon was silent because her damned logic was unquestionable.

“I’m sorry,” Rhiannon covered her face with her hands. “I just have this feeling... Raksha, that door is open, but I keep feeling like a prisoner and I don’t know why!”

“Rhiannon...”

“No, Raksha, all of this...! It’s like a dream, a nice dream... but unreal! I live as if I were free, as if my family hadn't been murdered,