The rebellion in Affin had died out as Michael promised because Shamira wouldn't stop bugging him about it. Wyverns indeed surrounded the palace he built for himself and wendigos lurked in the woods far from sight.
" How did you do it?" Shamira asked
" I didn't do anything, Mira. They're people, not monsters" Michael retort with a bored voice. Must she know everything?
Shamira was having a problem fixing her hair as the clip slipped from the knot she intends to make whenever she did it.
" They're monsters, Michael," she said getting annoyed with his new attitude of finding things boring except sex.
" Need some help?" He asks standing beside her to take the clip from her and then dropped it on the table. He wrapped her hair in a bun and smiled.
" What do you think?" She looked at herself in the mirror and sighed.