Kat’s POV.
I slip on my hood and slip into the shadows. My amulet is fisted tightly in my hand as I do so and I make sure to keep my breathing extra slowly as I breeze past the men guarding the entrance to the dungeons.
I’ve don’t this about a million times, but for some reason I was feeling a lot more tense now. Maybe it’s because of what Francis said last night and the threat now hanging over our heads respectively, but my heart races as I slipped into the dark cellar and took quick steps down into the dark, dank dungeon. Luckily, one of the abilities my amulet gave me was improved vision and this, coupled with werewolf vision, meant I didn’t trip on the uneven tiles as I slipped past guards and further and further into a more other abandoned area in the cellar.
The area where he kept
