MOONLIT PASSION

I stood in front of the Lycan King's room, torn between knocking on the door or just walking in like I usually do back at his study. I still wondered why he had requested that I come to his room when the work that had to be done was back at his study. What work did he want me to do that required me to come to his room?

As I stood there by the door, contemplating on what I was to do, I suddenly heard the shuffle of feet behind me. Quickly, I turned to see who it was and found one of the servants, who I had assigned to clean the corridors, pass by me. She had her broom and dustpan in her hands and her eyes were droopy. It was already late so she probably was heading back to the servant quarters.

Ignoring her, I turned back to the front door. Finally deciding to knock, I lifted my hands over the intricately carved wooden door, my knuckles hovering just inches away from it, when I suddenly heard a soft click. My breath caught in my throat as the door sudden