The moment Gwyneth said those words, I found myself bursting through the door at such a speed that it completely fell off its hinges. I have never in my life seen one person, well I should say mut, I have never seen a mut so scared in its life. It seems that I have just caught our little werewolf with her hand in the cookie jar. That is if one can refer to a red potion bottle in her hand to such a thing.
"Step away from him, Catarina!"
She only but laughs at me with the worst cackle that comes from that beastly mouth. Now what she has in that little bottle is not quite certain, but I believe it is either a cure or a potion that shall worsen the state that Edward already founds himself in. But I am leaning more to the former. Now, if I were not so intrigued if the contents shall save Edward, then I would have ended her pathetic life in an instant. So even though I do not wish to, I approach the situation with the utmost caution.
