SIMON POV
Albert and I were running like wolves on a mission. Our paws weren’t hitting the ground, but that’s what it felt like — claws scraping, fur bristling, teeth bared, eyes locked forward. My heart hammered in my ribcage in perfect rhythm with my wolf’s madness, and every beat screamed one single name.
Lily.
Her floral scent had brushed against me before — faint, fragile, like a whisper of spring in a storm of rot. Now it was growing stronger and stronger with every turn, every flight of stairs, every cursed corridor we tore through.
This place was a labyrinth. A twisted monster of stone and shadows. We followed stairwells spiraling like snakes, endless corridors crawling with mildew, and rooms that looked like the nightmares of witches. Altars drenched in wax and dried blood. Sh
