AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Did they not know who lived in there?
“No!” I shouted, but it wasn’t loud enough to reach him.
Grabbing my other foot, I began to pull. The strength it took to get to land rivaled that marathon I ran because Jason asked me to Freshman year.
My exhaustion was so strong that the rocky ground felt like the Hilton. Closing my eyes, I took deep breaths before pushing myself up to all fours.
There was no way any normal person could scale that wall.
It was high, and I knew that I wasn’t making it up there without a broken back.
Stumbling upward and dusting off my knees, I looked for the door.
I didn’t remember getting into the castle, so I wasn’t sure where to begin. Following the moat around it, I halted in my steps.
Several yards away, there was a giant black shadow stretched along the ground. Fear prickled down my spine. I moved closer when the moonlight hit it.
It was the talking wolf.
He looked ... dead. One could dream, couldn’t she?
Had my hero killed him? Was my hero looking for me in that castle? Was he here to save me at all? Not all heroes turn out to be heroes in the end.
I stepped around him, admiring his size, when I realized he was breathing steadily.
Holding my breath, I tiptoed further away from him, hoping he didn’t wake and smell me.
The small stretch of land that led to the front door looked promising, though I wasn’t going to hold my breath.
Rocks tore into my bare feet as I stumbled down the lane toward the front gate. The giant, circular knob swung violently in the growing wind, whipping my hair around my head like a mini tornado.
Grabbing the handle, I shoved it open, wishing I had done more yoga last semester as I struggled to swing it inward.
The door creaked loudly as I shoved it opened. There wasn’t any hiding my whereabouts apparently.
I swallowed the growing lump of fear in my throat. What would this crazy witch do to me? She already put a spell on me.
Would she kill me?
I doubted it.
She wanted something from someone and wasn’t going to stop until she got it back.
I stepped inside, seeing her pet crow flap his ebony-colored wings on the stair railing.
I couldn’t shake this bird.
He cawed at me. The sound echoed against the walls building a ball of fear in my stomach.
“Stop it,” I hissed.
The crow didn’t stop stirring and cawing, even when I raced up a familiar set of stairs to the second floor. I would never forget the double doors at the end or the room that hid behind it.
They’d led me to whatever this hell is I’m living.
I ignored the crow’s calling, knowing Deidamia was facing off with my hero because I could hear their voices.
I stopped at the door to listen.
