CHAPTER 115

  First thing in the morning, Caleb hurries to the hidden castle, his mind filled with dread and unease.

  The hidden wing, also known as the hidden castle of the packhouse, had been closed and sealed off after Cedric's turning as a means to protect the pack members. Although it'd proven to be quite futile, seeing as Cedric -or what was left of him now,- often found ways to bypass the guards and find his way out whenever darkness was upon them.

  It was still a mystery how he almost always managed to do that. Night after night, no matter what new method they devised to keep him in, he'd find a way out to wreak havoc. More often than not, and it usually never happens during the day. It was like he became a ghost lurking in the walls of the hidden castle.