~Alistair~

There I was, in my office, standing in front of the window with a blank expression, and thinking hard about the request Aunt Salome had made to me. She had come again two nights ago in the form of a wolf, howling loudly for my attention. I was going to ignore it, but I decided to just hear what she had to say.

I left my house for the field, from which her howl had come from, but this time around, I armed myself with powdered wolfsbane. If she was up to no good again, all I had to was just spray it on her and her minions, thereby...