High Priestess Liora
"No!" Miriam shrieked. "We can't let her know." She said frantically. "She's so tender-hearted, Mother. She's suffered so much already, spent her entire teenage age dealing with her pheromones, and now that she has her life figured out a bit, I wouldn't want to wear her out by telling her that she's abnormal again.'
"Then what do you suggest we do, Miriam?"
"We have to stop her wolf from manifesting," Miriam replied, pushing herself to her feet, her fists clenched. "I'm going to stop it."
"What do you mean?" I rose to my feet.
"I'm going to clamp her wolf," she replied, her voice shaking from desperation. "There's a way – I could use those pearls I once had. It'll suppress the wolf and would stop her from manifesting, and she won't even know."
"Restricting a two-tailed wolf with a pearl has always ended in disaster. When confined, their power becomes uncontrollable. Is that what you want for Lyla?"
