My body tenses up even though my muscles are shuddering when a big door that’s camouflaged on the castle walls shrieks open. Then, a burst of darkness with flickering sconces presents itself to me. I can’t see its end, nor its floor and ceiling. It seems like this passageway is an entryway to hell. Well, it’s the entryway to the dungeon, which is a hell on earth.
“Move!” the grumpy-looking Gamma says, while aggressively poking my shoulder.
Out of irritation, I jerk my shoulder, also, with aggressiveness.
He hisses while his big, brown wolf is growling. It may sound absurd, but I don’t mind him transforming into his wolf again and killing me, instead of me going down that seemingly endless passageway. I wait, but disappointingly, he doesn’t transform.
What the hell, Marguerite? Why do
