DALIA'S POV
I looked out of the old rusty window covered in cobwebs, and the cloud was black. The air was cold, and the place felt eerie. I looked around the unfamiliar but yet familiar place. The strong smell of metallic blood and mold hung in the air, forcing me to gag. Looking to the left side of the hall, I found the source of the smell. Just by the side of the pillar, some headless body lay rotting.
“Master!” I heard a voice say. I immediately moved away from the window and from the pillar that was blocking me from the person talking to see what was going on.
A man was on his knees bowing to another man who was seated in the large chair.
“It's him!” I thought to myself. “It's the man I saw in the dream I had the day I lost consciousness and found myself in the werewolf's pack.
