Chapter 15

Halfway up the endless stairs, I hear a wolf howl, and stop to listen. I’m tired anyway and need a break. These wolves have no idea how difficult it is to keep up with them, and I have to run full-out just to match their version of a leisurely stroll. Glenn stops and turns to look at me. “What?”

“The wolf,” I say through gasps of air.

“Yes, that’s Dario…Kane’s wolf.”

“He sounds pissed.”

“He’s not…that’s a cry of pain.”

My heart clenches. “He’s hurt?”

“Not physical pain, little miss…come on, it’s getting late.”

“Okay,” I say, and despite the fact that I can barely feel my legs, start climbing the steps again. “Are you taking me to the tower?” I joke.

Glenn looks over his shoulder and smiles at me, but says nothing. After what feels like several hours of climbing the seemingly endless spiral staircase, we finally reach the top, and the werewolf hands me a flashlight.

This part of the castle is clearly uninhabited. It’s dusty, and cobwebs cling to everything, hanging like chandel