The castle walls loomed darker as the Walpurgis night finally approach, shadows lengthening and stretching across every hallway like ominous warning signs. I could feel my pulse quicken as I quietly slipped through the empty corridors, listening for any sign of Julia.
Her plan had been precise, but this was no ordinary night—tonight was the Walpurgis Night, and the tension hanging in the air felt more charged than ever. I could already hear Daemon’s low growls emanating from his locked quarters, a reminder of his untamed nature on a night like this.
Julia had said Daemon would be locked away, but hearing him snarl, the sound reverberating through the thick walls, sent a chill down my spine. It was just as how the others tell about the alpha king during the Walpurgis night.
And I know
