“He has three eyes, and the one on his forehead was nothing close to a human eye,” he declared.

“Well, that’s terrifying,” I acknowledged.

“Yeah, it is but not to me. The magician was the one terrified,” he replied.

“To what do I owe this visit?” His words were something close to that, since I refused to speak at first.

I finally told him he had been disturbing my pack members with terrifying dreams of a headless being. He apologized and confessed, “It is a curse that’s on me.”

“A curse?” I asked.

“Yes, a curse,” he affirmed. “I pressed him to explain more. He continued, saying that those who...