Clearing his throat, Aron turned to the Lycan, “Open the door now,” and they obeyed, their clawed hands laying against the metal facing, muscular arms flexing, as they pressed with grunting force to move the great barrier. In a slow procession, the heavy doors were opened.
Keeping the same order, the Lycan warriors entered first, followed by the rest of them as they filtered slowly into what appeared to be a castle’s great hall. Though, this was no castle. It was the crypt of a Darks Ages Lycan Knight whose statue loomed nearly fifteen feet high at the furthest point of the room. The Hall was completely garnished with the same dark stone as the steps outside, with decorated eaves of iron ornamenting the ceiling and walls, weaving in intricate patterns around them. Three huge iron
