ANNATORIA
“Fine,” I gave in to his decision, and my eyes finally met his again.
“I’m sure W.O.O.T. informed you about my immortality.”
“You've been alive for a couple of hundred years,” I replied, my body cautiously shifting away as he sat next to me.
“Thousands. Not hundreds.” The blankness on my face told him I didn't care. He then looked ahead with a smirk playing on his lips. “Being alive for many years is not as interesting as it sounds. Boredom easily tortured me. While struggling to stay alive, my desires to invite death into this ghostly castle never worked.”
His eyes lifted to the ceiling. “Until two hundred years ago. Some humans from that period created W.O.O.T., and they came to me with a strange request. They needed my wolves to wreak terror in the human world. In retu
