Unknown POV
The sound of Elder Raven's footsteps echoed through the dark hallway of the huge and foreboding castle. The atmosphere was tense and eerie, with the torches on the wall casting faint shadows on the wall.
The damp smell of the fiery torches wafted into his nostrils, making him grunt with displeasure. He had the best castle in of the werewolf land, no other pack came close to his, especially not this pesky clan.
Grovesmoor felt he'd done him a huge honour by inviting him to his upper bailey, but Elder Raven smirked at the thought of it. It was all going to be nonsense, but his dreadful ambition would not let him grant a second thought.
"I am surprised you came early."
He stopped in his tracks and turned around at the sound of the voice. Grovesmoor was seated behind a tab
