Book 3: Chapter 3

Tessa

Zarek had my bags in his right hand, and my hand in his left. I put my trust in him… I’d said my goodbyes.

I waved as we teleported, and I stood in front of a dark gray stoned castle… It had to be likely twice as tall as the Royal Palace of Wolves… looking nothing like it either. It was gothic, with gargoyles lining the crimson shingled, pointed roofs on the spires. Each one was pointed at t