Lights flashed and Elsa found herself standing in front of a tall and aged, crooked building looking like nothing more than a castle. With how dark and quiet it was, she wondered if there was anyone living in there. She immediately sensed something; intense power emanated from the building, then she quickly understood that the building wasn't just any building.Her guts suddenly urged her to go in and as she took a step forward, a rough wind blew, raising dust and sand that blurred her view and when she passed through the wind, she saw herself in front of a book floating in the middle of a wild flame.Sensing someone behind her, she spun around and her jaw fell from the sight of a dashingly handsome guy, probably in his early twenties. His sliver eyes glistening as the flames reflected in them. His sharp jawline and dark eyes gave him a frightening pulchritude, while his long, silky blonde hair, which flaunted around his shoulders from the mild breeze, gave him a regal look.There was

"Who do we have here?" The man stood up from his seat and walked past Elsa."Let her go, Alaric." Philip yelled, struggling to free himself from the two warlocks who held tightly to his arm."She came here on her own, so why don't you let her decide if she wants to go or not?" Alaric smirked."Let them go." Elsa said, and Alaric spun around to face her."Since when do I take orders from a child?""I'm not a child.""Whatever. I now have your dad and his werewolf friend here, so I've got some leverage.""What do you want?" Elsa frowned."Surrender yourself to be taken for trialling." "No!" Philip yelled and struggled once more."I'll do it, as long as you let them leave here unharmed.""Believe me, I'm a man of my word." Elsa held her both hands above her head and a warlock grabbed her hands, twisting it to the back, causing her to wince and curse inwardly as he cuffed her hands, holding on to the chain attached to it. She watched them take their grip off her father and Nicholas, and

Chris laid on the bed in Sydney's room, drenched in sweat. His limbs, leaden, felt as though encased in metal and the painful flow of wolfsbane burned in his veins like acid. His eyes rolled to Benjamin, who sat on the edge of the bed like a vulture waiting for its prey to die. An evil grin played across his lips as he raised a syringe, its contents a deadly shade of green. "Dad, that's enough already." Sydney was standing beside the shelf. "You've already given him countless shots of wolfsbane anymore and you're going to kill him." He said. Benjamin's face twisted in a sneer. "If I wanted him dead, I would have done it already," he hissed, pressing the needle against Chris's arm and Chris felt the sharp pierce on his skin. Tears rolled down as he shut his eyes close, anticipating the worst. But what he heard was a crash across the room. They all looked up and found the door tossed on the other side, emanating flames, and Emily strode in. The flaming wings at her back glowed over he