The mansion was eerily quiet after Alaric's outburst, the weight of his anger still lingering in the air. The servants, normally so composed, moved with hurried steps, their faces pale with worry as they worked diligently to find any leads on the werewolf families responsible for Lucy's condition. The tension was palpable, a heavy shroud that hung over the grand halls of the mansion.
Alaric's mind was racing as he paced through the corridors, his thoughts a whirlwind of anger and worry. His little sister was suffering, cursed by one of the werewolf families, and yet, no one seemed to have any answers. The letter, ominous and taunting, only added to his fury. How had they managed to do this right under his nose? His powers had grown immensely, yet he felt helpless in the face of this vile act.
