I return the coat to the line and morph into werewolf form, running for the palace. I wonder if the real owner will even notice it went missing.

The forest engulfs me, welcomes me home and I embrace its quiet, the night-time stillness of it, more kind to me than anything I'll find back under my grandfather's rule. How can I make this right? And do I want to? The more I think about it, the more my anger tells me Oleksander is blowing this way out ...