Dressed in a hoody and matching pants looking like you are going for a jog you sneak out of the room. You walk through the hallway trying your best to not draw attention to yourself, wondering if they forgot to place a spell on your room to prevent you from leaving. You catch the familiar scents of the lycan royals and turn around, taking a turn here and another, followed by another, and before you know it, you are lost. Or are you? You realise that you are in the vampire wing of the castle, the thick scent of the walking dead in the air.
“Lost?” a voice started you.
“What makes you think that?” you asked, putting on a brave face, but your shaky voice gives you away.
“The fact that you are a lycan werewolf,” the vampire said with a smile on his face.
“I, I- I am seeking advice from the vampire king,” you fall over your words as a plan forms in your mind.
“Why not get your advice from the lycan king?” the vampire tease.
“Stop toying with her,” you hear another voice that sends the
