ALEXANDER
I had been standing outside my mother's house for several minutes before I finally heard the familiar sound of a car approaching.
I glanced toward the road and immediately recognized Helen's car as it came into view. I stepped away from where I had been standing near the front entrance and watched as she drove through the gate.
She hadn't been home when I arrived.
I had considered calling her, but something had stopped me. I wasn't entirely sure what I would say over the phone anyway. I had spent enough time making calls, asking questions, and speaking to people who either didn't know what I needed or became uncomfortable the moment I mentioned dark magic.
It was understandable, considering that in most werewolf communities, it was considered an abomination to practice such
