As we were walking by the tree line of the forest we made small talk. I was looking desperately for the sign so that we could accomplish our task. When I saw the claw marks on the tree I knew that it was time. I took the powder from my pocket that the witch working for my father gave me and blew it into Esmerelda’s face and repeated the words I was taught to memorize. Within seconds Esmerelda’s eyes turned cloudy and I knew that the spell had worked. I told her her name was Esme and her husband had died of disease, and that she was now on her own to care for her unborn child. She was then taken by a group of wolves that were part of the sect my father was a part of.
I then was smacked around a little and received a few claw marks on my body to make the story believable and to aid us in R
