The tent had grown quiet.
Aiden sat comfortably upon his crimson throne, one arm resting against its gilded armrest while Tali leaned against his chest. The little bunny girl had finally stopped crying, although her fluffy ears still drooped slightly whenever she remembered what the wolves had confessed.
Before them, the five former Uldrien Wolves remained kneeling.
Ravendra, Vespera, Velzaria, Nythera, and Elarith kept their heads lowered. None dared to interrupt the silence. Their newly transformed bodies were still unfamiliar to them, but that was hardly what occupied their minds now.
They were thinking about the people they had harmed.
They had spent so long regarding the Bunny Folks as prey that they had never considered what it meant to take someone's life. They had never thought about the empty homes, the grieving families, or the children who would grow up without their parents.
