The three wolves made their way into the dungeons. They stopped to take a breath.

Scratch panted, then looked at Shadow. "Come on, I got to get up there."

Shadow panted as well, looking back at Scratch, he said, "I know."

Howl shook his head. "Shadow, is there a way you could teleport us to Azazel's location?"

Shadow turned to him. "I would, but I don't even know where he hangs out. Besides, we need to find a way to reverse the earth magic done on those knights!"

Howl nodded.

That was an idea though, Shadow thought to himself. If only he knew where in the castle he would be. There was no way they can detect Azazel's scent. He knew damn well as a wolf and a witch, that if you can't get a scent from them....they're not human. "If I teleport us, it'll have to be a good guess, because I'm not doing this shit all fucking day. It'll take too much time, and it'll drain my energy. We cant push it." Shadow mentioned.

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Howl nodded again as he looked at Scratch. "Right, so one thing we know about Azazel is that...he's territorial."

"His house, his rules." Scratch added.

Shadow looks from one wolf to the other. "Where would someone that territorial be in this place?"

Howl yipped. "The King's chamber!"

Scratch looked from him to Shadow. The black wolf nodded. "Alright, let's go. He then changed his form and Scratch and Howl huddled close to him. Shadow thought in his mind about the next location, and just as they were about to teleport, a knight comes from behind Shadow, ready to swing at him. Shadow gathered up the courage to send Howl and Scratch in with him, but just as his friends vanished without him, Shadow was hit in the head by the knight's weapon, the blow sent him skidding across the floor. His head slammed against the cold, stone wall, knocking him unconscious.