[XXIII]Lycanthrope

Lamia took me out of the rotton castle and into the familiar streets of her village just below. I recognized the town square as it was built up for what seemed like a night's festival. On the way, she warned me again what she would do if I dared to escape. Of course I knew there wasn't a way to get away from her in one piece. The sun was already setting. I could smell the same scents from the first time I been here. Except I was able to walk comfortably now that I've known a worst scent, the castle's rot. Even Lamia's foul breath couldn't compare to the smell of dying wood. Most werewolves refused to even keep hard wood floors in their homes. Because aging wood was hard to get out of our nostriles once we smelled it.

'I couldn't get word out to the pack, I'm sorry. I've failed you,' Arwen's returning thoughts echoed my mind. I smelled her around me then. She's back! I felt relief rush over me. 

'I'm just glad to know you're here,' I told her. 'I w