*~Gabrielle's POV~*
In no time, we reached the White House. I stood in front of it, sweat sliding down my forehead. Penny held my hand tightly.. the gods must have known I'd need her for emotional support today.
I pushed the gates open, and the cold air of my old prison greeted me like a memory that refused to die. The walls seemed to whisper my name. My name. The name they once chained here.
For a moment, I wanted to go see if the faces I carved into the walls were still there — But I don't have the time.
We walked toward the main hall. The air felt heavy as I passed the towering statues of the White Wolves who came before me. I bowed my head slightly in respect, and Penny quickly mimicked me.
"Wow," Penny whispered, her voice small in the vast corridor. "The White House is even more beautiful than the High House."
"Yes," I said softly, forcing a smile.
"I'm so honored to serve the White Wolf herself," she said, her eyes glowing with awe.
