"Stefan! Stefan!" my tired breaths still don't reach him.

As usual, he has rushed off up ahead, eager to find Louis and finish our quest once and for all. The snowstorm last night cleared up and now we were off on our merry way again. But who knew what lay beyond the reaches of the tundra.

Werewolves aren't fragile like the humans Stefan and I saw in our travels. We're hardy, agile and powerful. Even the harshest of terrain won't do shit to stop us, not when we had a quest to accomplish.

With the supposed end nearly in sight, I began to wonder how the reunion between Stefan and his father would be like. Would it be filled with howls of joy? Or would Louis push his son away like he did before? Either way, I supposed it would bring him... and me, the much-needed closure in this chapter of our lives.

"Look, look!" Stephen's excited voices pulled me out of the seas of random thoughts in my head.

I looked up and gasped at the majestic scenery before me.

The worn and weathered stone of a thousand years that made up the bricks and blocks of the castle walls were finally in sight. Beyond the frozen plains beneath us, right smack in the centre of this crater-like landscape was the castle the vampire spoke of!

Stefan and I stared at it for a second before casting our gaze at each other.