Chapter 65

Visitors

Elibur and two wolves are with him outside a prison room. Both sides are walls but it requires a magical key to make the door appear. They greet me except the Alpha.

"You're gonna have to see this," he said. "And tell us about the situation."

His blazing enchast draws a door on the wall by fire before he opens it. The empty room may overd*se the boredom of the prisoner. But the wolf seems comfortable with a single, bulky maroon, mattress. He's complacent because his safety is eccentric.

I praise Elibur, "You're kind to your prisoners."

"The wolf did it."

They have been attentive since Elibur opened the door. However, the white werewolf—that has a unique glow of fur—is peacefully napping on that mattress. I make cautious steps toward the wolf. When I manifested my spellbook, Elibur stretches an arm in front of me in defense.

"I'll be fine," I assured.

And he insists, "It's still my accountability if an incident attacked you and