ena

a tomb of darkn

stone stairs and eased open the heavy back door of the ca

carriage. Suddenly, rough

blestones felt like a bed of jagged, frozen thorns, instant

beside him, its light carving demonic shad

the sound sharp and brittle. "She means to embarrass us before

web. A murky, jaundiced yellow began to creep into the edges of his irises as the beast with

he damp, dark cellar. They threw

rs. "Who were you planning to m

uld be to paint a target on my parents for any listening Rogue.

ded the stairs, holdi

ed beneath her mattress," El

f a White Wolf. They were the only treasures I could not bring myself to destroy-the last remnan

p, mottled red. "You have a lover?" he roared. "Yo

I crie

te. His inner wolf let out a deafening, furio

this betrayal, Ser

ow high above, I could see a sliver of moonlight. Somewhere beyond these walls, my parents were p