The King of shapeshifters walked ahead of us, leading us into a small wooden cabin at the far back of the small community we crossed. Their eyes followed us curiously and some gasped as they saw Elizabeth in wolf form.
When we arrived at the small building. There were guards on both sides of the door, looking serious and threatening with their lances. The King said something in a language I couldn’t understand, and the guards nodded before opening the double doors for us. Inside, it was warm, the air smelt of vanilla and a soft yellow glow illuminated the room.
The bears that had been trailing behind us, stopped at the door and only two followed us inside. From the corner, I saw one nip at Elizabeth’s ankle, and she growled at him with annoyance. I discreetly gave her a look to behave
