Chapter Two, Part Two.

I followed them deeper into the woods, beginning to gain my wits back. Curiouser and curiouser... Next thing, I'd be seeing a white rabbit with a pocket watch, and I'd follow it down a hole. I grinned at the thought.
We reached an open set of heavy wood doors, covered thickly with ivy. I looked around the arched entry; this was so deep in the forest, I had never caught a glimpse of it. The walls surrounding the courtyard we were entering were as covered in vines as the doors, and were covered in hairline cracks. The ground of the courtyard was barren, but still held a contrary, regal sort of beauty to it. Strange... The isolation of the area should have made it impossible to keep the plants neat. But the most striking thing about where we stood was not the ivy walls or mysterious courtyard, but the cathedral-like building standing in the dead center of the garden.
But this was no church.
In front of the doors, a tiled pentacle was inlaid into the ground, top point aimed at the threshold. My breath caught in my throat. It felt familiar, tugging at a part of me that I didn't understand. Gothic and dark, the symbol carried an air of power of secrecy, silent as the grave. This building called out to me, pulling me towards it, beckoning me closer. I obeyed.
As I walked towards the doors, the wolves fell into step behind me upon some silent signal from the leader. But I didn't notice.
With each step upon the pentacle, my body tingled from the soles of my feet to my fingertips, and chills ran up and down my spine. Reaching the doors, I placed my palms flat onto the wood, feeling them with every inch of skin, pushing them open.