GWEN
The castle halls were dark and cold, the wind whistling through the cracks in the stone walls. The torches burned low, casting a weak light that did little to dispel the shadows. I shivered as I walked, my breath coming out in small clouds of mist. I could hear my footsteps echoing in the silence, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. The castle felt like a living thing, its dark eyes watching me as I moved through its corridors. I felt a sense of foreboding, like something was about to happen, something I wouldn't be able to escape. The palace was quiet and chilly, everyone had gone to bed except me. I was going to raid Derrick's study. I was looking for the Dycan chronicles. The book that only existed in myths. The writer remains unknown. The book Mad dog had told me about. It contained the story of notable key figures in Dycan; including my father. Perhaps it could tell me what happened to my mother. Dycan was the only pack with two packs existing together with no pack bond. The bond was severed way back starting from the days we started coexisting. I wanted to know more than I
already knew. If the book truly existed, it should be within these walls. Each time I tried asking Derrick about it he would become uncomfortable. I knew I had to look for it myself. I held up the torch and made my way to Derrick's study quietly. I looked back occasionally to be sure I wasn't being followed. Just then, I bumped into Mad dog. I yelped in fright and held my chest to stop my heart from beating fast. “You scared me.” I said panting for air. “I'm sorry, but I was also scared.” “ I thought a monster I was trying to eat me.” He said playfully. We both went to the rooftop to talk. We stood there, not knowing what to say to each other. We had both caught ourselves in an awkward place at an awkward time.