The morning sun had barely begun to seep through the stained-glass windows of the temple when Fenrir stirred awake.
The stillness of the early hours was broken only by the faint rustling of the wind and the distant footsteps of temple attendants beginning their day.
Fenrir sat up in his bed, his sharp mind already piecing together the events of the previous day and planning his next steps.
Noticing the quietness around him, Fenrir decided to explore the temple grounds. Quietly maneuvering himself into his wheelchair, he rolled out of his quarters, his senses alert.
The corridors were nearly deserted, the air still thick with the chill of dawn. Yet as he turned a corner leading toward the main hall, he caught sight of a figure kneeling in silent prayer before the altar.
Father Linus.
The priest's posture was rigid, his head bowed low in apparent devotion. Fenrir couldn't help but study him for a moment.
