As we drew closer, Morgan refreshed my memory on the history of the Isle of Man where Castle Corbenic was rumored to reside. If I had been educated in Fae history at some point in my earlier life, the knowledge had been lost, along with my more personal memories. My years as a wolf had not lent themselves to much studying, nor had I had any reason to seek out the knowledge. The more information Morgan conveyed, the more I realized how much I must have lost. And now, the answers were literally on the horizon, mere minutes away. The town of Corbenic sat on the edge of the water and was surrounded by an enormous stone wall. Marking the entrance was a formidable wooden gate, flanked by two stone lions, all facing a single wooden pier. There were no boats or sailors in sight. I would assume a m
