Carl was not there. There was nothing in front of her but air, and she could not move forward. When she turned back again, the reason became obvious.
Violet's father was standing behind her.
"Where is Carl?" Violet demanded.
"Where are your manners? More like it," her father said. "I know you are angry with me, Violet, but that is no excuse. You have been raised better than that."
"This isn't fun," Violet said, trying to push forward.
"Sorry," he said. "You are not going anywhere. Look down."
Violet looked at the ground and saw something glimmering in the grass. There was a line of it going around her in a ring, trapping her inside it.
"That is a Ring of silver," said her dad. "It was a bit of a gamble. I was not sure if your lycanthropy had manifested yet, but there was a high prob
