While standing there, Johnson’s nose efficiently caught the smell of wolfsbane that was wrapped under the clothes lying around. His insides churned.

“Doctor, open up or I’ll kill you!” he slapped the door again, despite the slight burn the silver on it was giving him.

He heard a voice from outside the window. He looked out the window and saw the doctor down below, hanging his bag.

“So, son, I have to head to the hospital now. I’ll be back, and please be gone from my home by then,” the man said confidently yet casually.

Johnson snapped. Was this man being serious? Leaving him in a wolfsbane room with silver...