The door was made of darkwood, my favourite building material, and even after many years of usage hardly showed any signs of my temper. Sure, there were some parts that had received a fresh coat of paint after I had slammed it shut a few times too many, but overall the door still looked the same as when it was first placed. There were two wooden wolves carved into the doors, their noses pointed to the center. The doorknob was bronze, but I couldn’t bring myself to touch it.
The party was still going on downstairs, even though we were heading towards the early hours of the morning. Undoubtedly, most of my guests wouldn’t make it back to the guest mansion tonight. A few were already passed out in the ballroom, while others had fallen asleep outside. I had excused myself and went upstairs,
