It is so big, with its turrets reaching towards the sky. A sparkling, crystal clear lake lies behind it, wrapping its arms around the entire castle like a moat. There is a gigantic wall surrounding the entire area, which makes it seem even more like a castle out of a fairy tale.
"This is where the council lives?" I ask Goya.
"This is where everyone who is important lives," Goya says plainly, "and yes, that would include the council and their mates.
"Is there any children living in there?"
I ask, remembering George's words when he told me about the impossibility of having a child between two werewolves.
"Rarely ever are children born in the castle."
"But what about the leader?"
"That… was a special case." Goya loudly snorts and Zach knees him in the back.
"Ouch, man! What was that for?"
"Show proper respect," he says fiercely.
As I glance back this time, I can see a large scar stretching across his rather grotesque features.
