Chapter 49: Brother, Returned

Jiro POV

Smiling to himself about the afterglow he’d just walked into, Jiro strolled over and pulled up a straight-backed chair, but Cyran patted the bed beside him. “This isn’t the Great Hall or the council chamber. We’re family, aren’t we? And isn’t it time to have my tea?”

Jiro crawled on the bed and stretched out beside Cyran, just brimming with the good news. “The witches say that you can eat a regular diet, with the tea reduced to once a day for the next two weeks. With Absalom gone and the Moon Goddess protecting you, you’re safe.”

Cyran whooped with excitement and howled with joy until Jiro’s ears ached. But it was worth it. Cyran wasn’t just happy about eating sweets and having coffee, but having his enslavement in the past.

“Thank you,” Cyran said. “I feel like a regular wolf again. But just to be on the safe side, I probably shouldn't run free in wolf form on my own.”

“I don’t see why you can’t.”

“Then he’s truly dead?”

“Morgana doubts it and so do a lot of us.”