Thessalia felt a bead of sweat trickle down her forehead, almost unnoticed. She cautiously inquired, "Have others seen my eyes turning red?"
Her question hung in the air, causing a brief moment of tension in the room. Dorian shifted uncomfortably, avoiding direct eye contact as he contemplated his response.
After a moment, he mustered the courage to speak. "I... I don't think so," he stammered. "I mean, I haven't heard anyone else mention it. But Beta Garrick... he might have seen it. Moreover, no one would believe me. And now, after encountering you, I realize how little I truly knew..." The young werewolf's voice trailed off, unsure of how to proceed.
She shook her head and interrupted him. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, I realized I was wrong about what I saw," he said. "I agree with
