Lance had gone into the castle and he was never seen or heard from again. Out of the many rooms that were here it would have been impossible to know which one Lance chose to put his head to rest in. I could search but that would take hours. The night was growing darker but that seemed to be when everyone was coming out to play. They were little children, about four of them who just ran up the ornate hallway laughing and yelling in the manner children did when they were overly excited.

The truth is the castle was big enough to get lost in but being a werewolf...