Roxanne gulped as she entered the eerie house.

The wooden platform she stepped on creaked as she pressed on it. Everything around her was old, and she could feel a weird pressure all around her. Since she had become a Werewolf, all her senses were heightened, so she was taking everything in with a far greater intensity than usual. 

She could hear the slow breathing of someone just a distance from her, in what she guessed to be the parlor. She looked at Asher with a curious eye. We’re they headed toward the direction of the strange sound? The man who was responsible for the odd breathing she was sensing....