Just like at Embercrest, the magic of the protection ward buzzed on my skin as we walked through the veil, a feeling I will never get used to, to reveal the massive castle that stood right in front of us, and my jaw all but hit the floor.
The castle that housed the first werewolf king and queen, before there were even betas, gammas, deltas, or omegas.
The structure was stone still, weathered but still standing tall and strong. Not looking their age at all, really. Just like the packhouse back home, there stood large stained-glass windows to both sides of the door. One side decorated with a woman holding up the moon, while there was a couple standing underneath it, and the other was a whole mess of varying color and sizes of wolves, howling at the same woman holding the moon on the other
