Lobo POV
It isn't a castle that stands before me. It is a fortress. The turrets are tall and covered in spikes. Pikes surround the gates, and the bodies of those who had tried to enter without permission are impaled on them. The stench of rotting flesh is so thick in the air that I can barely breathe.
"Now what?" One of the lycans groans.
I don't know how to answer him. I was a fool for not expecting this level of security. I wrongly assumed this land was barren, void of intelligence. I thought that I would be looking for an abandoned castle. We didn't bring enough warriors to fight this. Who knows what is waiting for us on the other side.
Isabella would have had a plan. She would have talked me off the ledge that I am on. Her touch would have soothed the anguish I feel from
