Chapter 49: In Which I Sleep

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My soul 





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The King smiles at me.

"The very first."

I take a step back.

"Why are you here."

"The question should be, why are you here?"

I look around, taking in the white. I think about what he has said.

Why am I here?

And then it hits me.

"I died." I gasp out the words, shock and fear running through me.

He nods, "Those demons got here first. They disguise themselves as what you most desire, trying to lure you away to go with them so they can trap you in darkness. But luckily you had a friend."

He smiles at that.

I stare blankly up at him, unable to take this all in.

"If I'm dead, then Alto..." my voice cracks as I try to regain my emotions.

The King shakes his head sadly, "Not yet dear. Not yet."

I shiver at his words.

"Why are you here?"

I repeat my first question, eyeing the King.

He sighs and sits down.

I blink as I take in the stone steps that are suddenly there.

Then I look around and realize where we are.


"The Ballroom." The King seems happy with the idea.

"Why here?"

He pats the seat next to him, inviting me to join him.

"You tell me. It's what you thought of."

I walk slowly over to him.

"It's.... Where Alto and I first met."

"How romantic."

I take in the grand room.

It was eerie the silence and emptiness that invaded it.

"So you want to know why I'm here?"

I nod.

He sighs and brushes his hair back with his hands, "Well, how much of me have you heard about?"

I shake my head, "'re the first werewolf King..."

The King laughs, "Figures. History has long since covered up my story."

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