As days passed by, the darkness consumed the western castle, bit by bit. Corruption was everywhere. Hardly anyone could be trusted in the castle. The darkness touched every single corner of the western castle, except the last room of the north wing. The room seemed to be like a little candle trying to light up the entire castle. The only hope for the Western Werewolf Empire was laying in the room. Her fragile torso was getting thinner. She was imprisoned in her own room. Her family betrayed her. Her father was doing terrible things, so were her brothers. Though she was forbidden to step outside of her room, she could still sense whatever was going around. She could sense the increasing dark aura around her home.
Princess Maybelle was sitting on a chair by the inglenook. The enormous windo
