Third person
The heavy chestnut doors of the mansion groaned as Fey pushed them open, the sound echoing through the grand foyer. The familiar scent of aged wood greeted her, but something felt… off. The air inside was thick, as though the house itself was holding its breath.
Hades stepped in behind her, his presence commanding and steady. His dark eyes scanned the room, narrowing slightly. “There’s magic here,” he said, his voice low. “A taint. Be on your guard.”
Fey nodded, her fingers twitching at her sides. Her wolf stirred uneasily within her, pacing just beneath her skin. She could feel it too—a subtle hum, like the house was alive and whispering secrets just out of reach.
As they walked further into the mansion, the shadows seemed to stretch and shift unnaturally.
Fey’s eyes d
