Stench of wolves

After breakfast, Alexa quickly left home for Mrs Hudson's adamant on uncovering the secrets of this town, and at the center of it was Ms Hudson.

She nervously approached the old, decrepit door, her footsteps echoing softly on the ground. The rusty metal groaned under her weight as she hesitantly raised her hand to wrap her knuckles against the wood. Her heart pounded in her chest as she waited for a response.

The sound of her breathing filled her ears as she knocked again, a little more urgently this time. The silence that followed seemed to stretch on for an eternity, and her nerves only grew more frayed with each passing second.

Finally, the door creaked open a crack, revealing a pair of blue eyes peering out from the darkness within. Alexa held her breath, waiting for the unknown figure to speak or make a move.

Although she had known Emelia all her life, learning about the weird history of this town, she didn't know who to trust.

"Who's there?" a gruff voice demanded, its owner hi