Emilia’s POV
A sharp gust of cold wind swept through, making me clench my fists in anxious anticipation as I stared at the large door. Compared to the fearsome wolf-eagles, the mysterious black was even more unsettling, especially with that eerie voice echoing through the air.
“Who are you?” I shouted.
There was no response. The peak, blanketed in snow, remained silent, making me wonder if I had imagined the voice out of sheer terror. The castle door stood open, but from where I was, all I could see was darkness, like a cavernous maw ready to swallow anyone who dared enter.
Biting my lower lip, I glanced around at the dry grass and towering stacks of firewood. I felt like a sacrificial offering, waiting for the torch to be lit.
“Who are you? Why are you in the wolf's den? I know you'
