Carolyn's POV:
I loved the palace; it felt like my second home.
When I was young, I was a shy and gentle girl. I wonder if it was due to my father's way of raising me. He loved me deeply but didn't know how to bring me up, always considering girls to be delicate and fragile glass dolls, thus overly protective. It was no wonder I had such a cotton-like personality as a child.
However, everything changed when I faced a great disaster in my life. A witch kidnaped me, my half-sister, who threw me into the mouth of a volcano, taking my place at Lycan Pack pretending to be me.
To be honest, I could hardly recall my feelings then, but surely they must have been a mix of fear and anxiety. However, what impressed me the most was not the scorching torment or the hidden monsters but the stiff and lifeless scarecrow that showed me immense care.
