Invitation of the Werewolf

Having resolved some of her doubts, new questions emerged, and Alice took a deep breath, the cool air entering her lungs and slowly calming her down.

The room, which belonged to Aunt Daisy, was extremely simply furnished, with a bed, a table and a fridge in the corner.

The curtains were thick and tightly drawn, so that no light came through, and they were as grey and black as the room was drab.

Alice walked into the room, opened the fridge and saw the neatly arranged blood packets inside.

This was the reason why Aunt Daisy wouldn't let her into the room, she would inevitably get suspicious and speculate as soon as she saw them.

Although she felt a little sad, Alice had to accept this fact. She thought that perhaps the vampire family to which Aunt Daisy belonged had summoned her back urgently for something, so she hadn't had the time to say goodbye to her.