The day of the full moon had finally arrived. The whole atmosphere of the castle was different.
Everard had never noticed this kind of atmosphere before.
Now that he thought about it, he was never at the castle during the nights of the full moon. He would either be in Lavinya, or he would be sent somewhere – either to his cousin’s mansion or on some tour.
And now that he was present in the castle, and finally, in a loop with the secrets, he could sense the tension and gloominess in the air.
“All the staff here aren’t werewolves, are they?” Everard asked Jerome when the two of them were walking down the corridor to the King’s chambers.
He was wondering if the human staff would be sent away from the castle before nightfall or if there would be some kind of curfew imposed on them.