Autumn did not wait for another word. She did try to hear them out…try to understand what was going on. But the moment Malrick spoke of her being 'born for this', something inside her snapped.
Nobody could dictate her life. She did not give anybody that authority! The next thing she did was turn on her heel and bolted.
But the fortress felt like a labyrinth of cold stone and eerie silence when she tried to find her way out. The apparently simple looking straight path, meandered, twisting and turning.The place was definitely enchanted.There was only one way in…no way out.
"Damn this! " Autumn muttered trying to find her way out. But the only company she got was from those portraits lining the walls. She had managed to reach that spot where the Lycan ancestors adorned the walls, with eyes that followed her every move. Maybe judging her amateur escape plan.
Their gazes burned into her skin, as if whispering things she could not hear but felt in her bones.
