He was hundreds of years old, but he still looked young. There was a lot of blood around him. Later after we escaped he told me why he was there. He said,” A fate similar to yours. I was curious what was with the murders in 1790. They were very strange; wolves caused all the murders. They were harmless until he came. The caretakers of the wolves were missing and most of there neighbors.” Something mysterious made a sound outside. He looked tired because he told me he’d been up all day working on new weapons. One was one for a cure to stop being a werewolf and the other was a sword of silver. He had burns on his hands just from touching the sword, so I knew it was effective. I knew and he knew we would need more people than the two of us.