Her perfume permeated the entire space, and even when the evening chill set in, the place remained cozy and appropriate.

The real Matilda.

There was life in Matilda's room, or rather

My chamber.

The walls were illuminated by soft lantern lights. I noticed the wolf symbols pinned and drawn on my desk next to the bed, as well as the knitted décor.

The room was still filled with a faint energy beam that I could feel.

There was a subtle scent of pine and jasmine flowers in the ...