Beyond understanding

Callisto's fingernails beat on the wooden table in a rhythm that's orderly even though his mind is far away. Despite his best efforts, he's unable to recall the moment he lost control. His head is completely blank. It's as if he didn't do it. In fact, if the circumstances were different, and he was told by someone else that he did such a thing, he wouldn't believe it.

But Callisto's thoughts are interrupted when Skôll comes into the room and looks angry, just like he did when he arrived at the festival. His hair is wavy and rubs against his white eyelashes, which don't match his wild appearance. He's standing with half-closed eyes and crossed arms, relieving pheromones that Callisto could sense, even if he were on the other side of the Sacred Forest.

“Esfeors' eldest son awaits you in the main hall.”

“Who is that?” Callisto yawns, feeling sleepy as his frantic thoughts give him a break. He had not been able to sleep for a single moment since returning to the palace with Rhea. His bloo