Chapter Forty-Three - Obedience
The first thing Evandra noticed about Crescent captivity was the silence. No jeers, no chains clattering, no beatings. She’d expected brutality, but instead they treated her as though she were porcelain.
The Crescent warriors led her into a chamber draped in muted colors, heavy with incense. They offered her food, water, and even clean garments. To an outsider, it might have looked like hospitality. But Evandra knew better. It was control.
She swallowed her rage, hiding it deep. Sage clawed at her insides, desperate to strike, but Evandra forced her wolf down. Calm. Passive. If she fought, they’d only cage her tighter. If she yielded, they might underestimate her.
So she kept her head bowed, her eyes downcast, answering their questions with soft “yes,
