The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over Castleberry Manor. The night was still, the only sounds the rustling leaves and the occasional hoot of an owl. Amid this tranquil darkness, an unexpected visitor arrived.
An owl, its feathers as black as the night itself, descended gracefully upon the windowsill of Quinn's chamber. Intrigued by its presence, Quinn rose from his bed, his curiosity piqued. He approached the owl cautiously, his heart pounding with anticipation. There, attached to its leg, was a parchment, sealed with the emblem of a wolf and a crescent moon.
With deft fingers, Quinn carefully untied the parchment, his pulse quickening. As he unfolded the paper, the familiar scrawl of his wife's handwriting greeted his eyes. A smile tugged at his lips, and he read eagerly:
Quinn,
