I inspected the golden padlock, tugging on it hoping by some chance it would magically pop open. Nope, not budging. I could hear movement still behind the door, did they really have animals locked behind here? maybe it was one of the Lycans in training or something. Something inside of me was telling me to just walk away, something bad was behind this door. But it was me after all, Harley mother f*****g Summers, well, Weston now. I was the queen of getting into trouble.
I jogged back across to the tack room and began searching for a key. I presumed the key would be golden it was the only thing I had to go on. I rummaged through drawer after drawer and found nothing. Slumping back in the chair I looked around the room to see where else It could possibly be. Then a golden glimmer caught my
