Mary Ann
The wooden floorboards beneath my feet shuddered with the thump of music and the heavy footsteps of werewolves partying upstairs.
“Where are we going?” I asked, glancing down the corridor as it faded into shadow.
“You’ll see.”
Sapphire didn’t look back once. She walked with her back straight, passing stacks of empty wooden crates that reeked of damp wood and old, dried-up beer spills.
I pulled my fur cloak tighter around me, trying to chase away the cold that still clung to my bones after three days trekking through frozen pine forests.
Elaria’s frustrated face at the top of Lorkgard Tower was still burned into my mind. Seventeen times we tried to fuse the Cythium extract with Lulu’s blood. Seventeen times, all we got was a lump of cold, black ash.
We used science. We used
