POV (VICTOR)
It was sizable estate, no that was wrong the damn thing was a castle. Unlike our white marble one, the BloodMoon Pack's was made of a dark tan stone, that when the light hit it, it looked red. Giving the whole place an evil murderous look. The roof was a dark black and the windows appeared to be tinted. Who the hell was their architect, Satan? Not even the warlock castle gave off this kind of hellish scape. The only life that bloomed was a well manicured thick lush green lawn and massive oak trees that hung low hanging branches at the entrance. A big back wooden door with the head of a roaring wolf glared at me, as over 20 werewolf warriors, in black suits stood at attention.
"Why are you here Prince of the Warlocks?"
A tall well built man said, as he looked me up
