Appointment

Maverick stepped closer, his movements deliberate and steady despite the horror before him. He stopped at one of the buckets, its dark, viscous contents nearly full. 

He stared at the crimson pool, his jaw tightening as he pieced together the scene. These people had been drained dry, their lives extinguished for some sinister purpose.

The wolves sniffed cautiously around the room, their growls low and uneasy, as if disturbed by the sheer malice lingering in the air. 

Russell's muffled voice came from behind him. "This is too cruel. Lunatic!"

Maverick didn't answer immediately. Instead, he turned his gaze back to the hanging corpses, his mind racing.

All of a sudden, a distant howl of wolves pierced the air, sending a chill down Maverick's spine. He turned sharply toward the door, his mind racing to one thought—Wolfgang.