Wyatt walked down a long corridor. A crimson carpet runner ran over the wooden floor. The walls had pictures of witches of the past with an occasional lit candle hanging off of it. He lifted his nose trying to smell something… anything but the burning incense. But it was no use. The strong smell was heavy throughout the whole upstairs, dulling their senses. Kade trotted up to Wyatt’s side feeling uncomfortable with the situation.
When they came to the end of the hall it branched in opposite directions. Wyatt looked in both directions. His wolf tried once again to smell the air in vain. He looked down each hall as he debated which direction to take.
We aren’t splitting up so that better not even be a thought in your head. Kade said as his wolf
