C28 TWENTY EIGHT

The Lady Doth Protest

ROSE

The lady doth protest too much, methinks

— William Shakespeare, Hamlet

LYCANS SURROUNDED ME, some in beast form, some as men, in a hall in the great fortress. They spoke little as they examined me while I sat, shivering with one of their dark robes to cover my nakedness. I'd managed to shift back into human form, mostly. But Derek's fears had been realized.

My arm