Chapter Fifty-Six

~ Zora.

The moment we turned a corner, my uneasiness dissipated. I noticed that the walls were made of stone and the air here wasn't dank and musty like I'd expected.

"What's the dealio with Alastair?" I asked.

"He's something we call an Ennoia. A special kind of lycan born with the ability to detect threats and fight against it. They can see into the soul and know what your intentions truly are."

"But he's blind. "

"Physically, yes, but he and his kind see better and deeper than any other canine."

"His kind? You mean there are more of him here?"

I asked as we came upon another set of stairs but this time they were circular and illuminated by a firelight torch.

"All the guards here are Ennoias. Their job is to protect and guard the prison and keep prisoners from escaping. They were ordained as Prison Guards by my father who gave them the titles as a means of earning their living and accomodation."

"Were the Ennoias always born blind?"

"No. They used to be warriors in the long war b