The Werewolf Castle
The castle was quiet as always but the warlocks residing there weren't quiet. Tey were all prepping for the full moon that would be in two days. A lot had been going in since the werewolves had abandoned the packs for human lives.
These warlocks were desperate for a sign that everything would be restored; everyone was depending on them, including the rogues. They had all been waiting for this moment for all those years. They were hoping the eighteenth pain wouldn't be so bad, or maybe this would be their first relief.
None of them knew what to expect, especially since their true rulers were never sighted yet. But they would soon be, hopefully.
The throne room had grown dustier by the day, not that anyone was ever able to open the doors. But using their sight, the warlocks were able to see the conditions in there.
