Alaric stood in front of the grand entrance of Morgana's mansion, the old stone walls and elaborate archways evoking a sense of nostalgia. He took a moment to collect his thoughts, feeling the lingering echoes of his recent confrontation with the werewolves. The power he had unlocked was intoxicating, but he knew it also brought with it a heavy responsibility.
As he pushed open the large wooden doors, the familiar scent of lavender and old books enveloped him. Morgana had always filled her home with comforting aromas, a stark contrast to the dark energy that lingered around him lately. He stepped inside, greeted by the soft glow of candles illuminating the expansive foyer.
"Alaric!" Morgana's voice rang out from the nearby sitting room. Her warm smile was as welcoming as ever, but there was a hint of concern in her eyes. "You've arrived just in time."
"Grandma," Alaric said, returning her smile. "I wanted to see Maria and Lucy."
