Caesar.

While we huddled around the crackling campfire, the flames casting dancing shadows upon our faces, conversation flowed freely. It was a rare moment of rest in our relentless search for Maria, a chance to share our thoughts and feelings.

I couldn't help but address the four Lycans who had fallen into the mantrap. My voice, though firm, held a note of concern. "You should have listened to Easter's instructions," I scolded gently, my eyes locking with each of theirs.

They exchanged contrite glances and nodded in acknowledgment. "We're sorry, your highness," one of them spoke on behalf of the group. "We let you down, and uhm, Easter, we are...