It was the first time Savannah had visited the Northern castle since the fire, and the sight saddened her to the core of her soul. The scent of smoke that was still present hit her nostrils, and when she saw the blackened walls stripped of curtains and other decorations, she clenched her fists, trying to control her fury. The Royal Lycan wished to be freed and unleash her vengeance on the ones responsible for all that.
Savvy had grown to love this castle and the history it held; she loved noticing little details she had missed previously each time she paid attention to a painting or to a carving. Now most of it was gone, leaving a little empty spot inside of her.
For the first time, she realised that this place was her home now and that her enemies had entered it and tried to wipe it off
