I slowly dropped the cracked mirror on the dresser. With my gaze still fixed on the hole in the wall, I took one final look at the hole, and my curiosity wouldn't let me stay still.

The hole was narrow, and my shoulders could barely pass through it, but the draft was to confirm that there was something ahead.

I slid in, but the passage was tighter than expected, the air thick with dust and ancient furniture.

The deeper I went, the colder it got; my heart was pounding and my wolf growled ...