Later that night Trista was reading, when she heard clanking of chains, growling, and men barking orders at one another. What the world? she thought. She rushed downstairs to see two men chained by the hands, a couple of guards, and Willow.
"What is the meaning of this?" Willow asked.
"We found these two near a dead body," the guard - who was a satyr - said, "and I could have sworn they were eating it, and the body had claw marks all over it!"
"Are you trying to tell me these two are werewolves?"
"That we are, my lady," one man spoke (whom Trista though was handsome), "but we would never kill a Narnian. The body was already dead and I and my friend were so hungry after not killing anything on our hunt."
"Yeah, right," Willow said. She looked at him and then his friend. "What are your names?"
"I'm Michael and my friend here is Lone."
"I belive them," Trista said. "They don't look like liars."
"Thank you princess," Michael said. "I'd never thought I'd get to see the day I'd get to meet you."
"I as well," Lone said.
"Um," Trista said, "thanks."
"Trista!" Willow shouted. "Have we not taught you that wolves are our enemies? It has been so since the golden age."
"I know mother," Trista said, "but I don't belive these two are killers."
"Silence," Willow said. "Guards, take these two to the dungeon."
"No!" Trista pleaded.
"When you're Queen you'll understand," Willow said. "Now, to your room." Trista did so, but tears ran down her face.