As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting shadows across the town, Marshall and Lucas retreated to the familiar comfort of Lucas's dwelling. The room, dimly lit by a single lamp, became a haven for their discussions, veiled in an air of secrecy.
Seated across from each other, the worn-out wooden table bearing the weight of the recent happenings, they dived into the enigma of the discovered fangs. Lucas, ever the analytical mind, couldn't help but connect the dots.
"You know," Lucas began, tapping the side of his chin with his index finger, "it's not just a coincidence that we found the second fang shortly after Charles Trywolf's passing."
Marshall, his eyes reflecting a mixture of curiosity and concern, leaned in, silently urging Lucas to lay bare his thoughts.
Lucas continued, his
