WHAT TO DO
RORY'S POV
Elijah led me through the castle's grand hallway, adorned with cobweb-covered portraits, and stopped in front of a small, plain door.
"This is where you'll stay,”
he said, pushing the door open.
The room was tiny, with stone walls and a single, narrow window. A small bed and a wooden chest were the only furniture.
Elijah pointed down the hallway.
"The Alpha's tea is waiting. Be quick about it,”
He turned and walked away, leaving me alone in the unfamiliar room.
I looked around, feeling lost.
"Tea?"
I whispered to myself. How was I supposed to make tea when I didn't even know where the kitchen was?
I slumped onto the wooden bed, the rough texture a big difference to the pain I felt inside. Memories of my mother's screams, her body consumed by flames, st
