Imprisoned, really?! (2)

~ Rhys ~

A menacing growl erupted through Rhys’ mind, startling him out of sleep. He jolted, pushing off the adjoined living room floor, frowning at the books and parchments stuck to his hands. His large, manly hands.

Rhys slowly rose to a seated position, massaging the throbbing sensation at the sides of his head. Was this another dream with the Moon Goddess? Or just one where he was in his original body?

This was far more pleasant than the cell he was currently sleeping in. Rhys frowned, feeling the overbearing, weighty presence of an angry wolf. The papers and books surrounding him all pertained to his family's history, and the crackling fireplace provided warmth, alleviating the chill of the floor. A blanket at his feet indicated that the butler had come by and cared for him while he was unconscious.

Rhys had no recollection of any of this. He glanced down at his attire, and his heart fluttered at the sudden excitement of an incredulous realisation. He would never dress this way i