When Lucrethia Woodland received neither the news of Lucien Clearwater's passing nor a report from Elijah two hours past midnight, she knew that her plans had been foiled.
Just like what she did when Gavin Ashmore was caught, she went to clear the traces that might point out her involvement in the crime.
In this case, it meant Elijah's son, the eighteen-year-old Erick Summertide.
When a woman wanted to have things done quickly, she did it herself. This was something that Lucrethia knew from her years of experience.
She rose from her bed in the wee hours and crept into the servants' quarter. In anticipation of Elijah's failure, she had arranged for the young man to be placed within her vicinity. Finishing him was not going to be difficult at all. These young werewolves croaked so easily, with no single strand of resistance in their feeble bodies.
