LAYLA'S POV
I looked around in awe.
The place looked like something that just came out of a movie.
Even my wolf was quiet inside me. She didn't say anything. Instead, she took in the place just like I did.
Kieran stood beside me. His expression became serious as he examined the portraits.
"A hall of remembrance," he said. "At least, that is what it appears to be."
I looked at him. "Why would a hall like this be hidden beneath the palace?"
He frowned "That's what I don't know."
I moved closer to one of the portraits.
The man in it looked powerful. He had a scar running down one side of his face and a sword resting against his shoulder. His name was engraved beneath the frame, but the letters were so worn that I could barely read them.
I continued along the wall, studying the portraits one after another.
Then I noticed something strange.
