Belle saw the handsome knight step aside so she could walk into the room, right after the Lycan King. The heavy mahogany door whispered shut behind her, sealing them in. The room opened to a study, but for some odd reason the chamber had a different vibe from the way it was before. Though the omegas were not allowed onto the third floor now, that restriction was only because of the Lycan King's presence. Before him, this wing had been for the Beta's family alone.
She had been to the room in the past, back when Beta Elias still lived and the pack held runs here. But this time it looked like it had been furnished to fit the Lycan King's style. The old tapestries were gone. In their place hung banners of black and silver, stitched with a raven wrapped in thorns, the crest of Lycandria. The air smelled of parchment, iron, and something older. Winter. Like the cold that lived in the king's bones had seeped into the walls.
