the contents crashing to the floor. Stepping back into the corridor, the sparse lighting made the long h

her heart seemed to echo through the silence. The door at the corridor's end l

to push the door open, only to find it immovable. Resolutely, she placed the tray at the door's threshold. Without allowing herself a

of a neglected still life. She retrieved the tray and made her way back to the kitchen, only to find it deserted. Gazing through the kitchen window, she spotted the silhouettes of werewolves patrolling the grounds. Lifting the li

the vast mansion. The doors to all other rooms were firmly shut, and the silence was unbroken. Q

ng howl of a wolf pierced the night, accompanied by the sound of something gnawing. She pulled

ght starve and somehow hold her accountable. Yet, the kitchen staff seemed unfazed by this development, and Mrs. Dennis made no comment on th

ce, she pushed against the door, which creaked open surprisingly easily, revealing a gap that emitted a wave of intense heat, as though the air

ying solely on the glow from the fireplace. She made her way to a table in the center of the

ky, indicating it was in the throes of immense pain. Emily's instinct screamed for her to flee, but sh

n, seemingly alert to her presence. In a swift, fluid motion, it rose

aze fixed upon her, Emily braced for the worst. Yet, just as she feared the end was imminent, t

e slightest movement elicited a whimper from the

whispered, her voice soft, as s

d to caress its head and along its spine, offering solace to its distressed state. She could sense the fragile life force within the wolf easing, its pr

with the wolf's labored breathing, their p