Half of the castle was carved out of the mountain rock, but it had an air of ancient beauty to it. The gothic place could be unbearably cold if it wasn't constantly lit.
As our feet echoed on the stone floor, I saw the Alpha and her group of hunters came from the opposite side. The same bearded man I had conversed with the other day gave me a smile of greeting as he walked gracefully forward. Vale went out to join them like she couldn't stand being near me anymore. This part made me frown while staring at her. Perhaps she was still angry at me.
"I hope you have a good night rest," Trotsky spoke, breaking my gaze from the huntress.
"As good as a vampire without her coffin could sleep, I guess," I said, turning to look at the man without much of a nod in return.
Vale and her sister turne
