All she felt as the beast lay beside her, urging her to slide her fingers through its fur every second that she moved to remove them, was a mix of confusion and unease.
It didn't get better when night fell and Cain had yet to turn back. Worse, she couldn't communicate with him no matter how she tried.
The bed was completely broken into pieces, and worse, Violet wasn't sure if it would be a good idea to allow the servants in to see Cain's condition.
For about an hour, she sat unmoving on the ground, staring intensely at the beast, who sometimes looked right at her with familiar red eyes and at other times simply chose to completely ignore her.
It was huge, so much so that sitting by it made Violet feel that all it had to do to crush her was roll or simply shift the position of its leg, which would squash her instantly.
"Cain!" she quietly called out, watching the beast bristle, shaking its head ever so slightly even as it lay on the ground.
