92 The Old Wolf

Emilia’s POV

“Who?!”

Startled, I spun around. The inside of the castle was just as dark as its exterior, made of black stone. Even in daylight, the sun couldn't penetrate its gloom. The dim interior rendered everything indistinguishable.

“Who are you?” I asked, both alarmed and curious.

“Come here, girl,” a raspy voice replied from inside the castle. It was so hoarse that I couldn’t tell if it was male or female.

Should I go over? I hesitated, standing sideways by the door. From the corner of my eye, I could see the flames still burning outside in the courtyard. The wolf-eagles were still there, no longer screeching but staring at me with hungry eyes. They hadn’t moved forward since I entered the castle.

The wolf-eagles had stopped chasing me once I stepped through the castle doors. This place seemed safe, at least temporarily. Though I didn't understand why, staying here seemed better than facing those predators outside.