CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

“What did he mean by no wolf has ever won it and they die mysteriously?” Harold said dreadfully, forgetting to be silent. The long hushes like a foamy sponge sliding down a gruff wall that came immediately from Wilkes and Trisha quietened him but not before Mrs. Perry got wind of his words. 

“Who's there?” Mrs. Perry voiced into the dense darkness of the library. A racket mildly shuddered through the environment as she closed the thousand-paged encyclopedia she was attending to after ‘playing’ with Prof. Ericson's aide.

Her hands swung swiftly against the other and a matchstick went ablaze, the orange fireball slowly descending down the matchstick whilst swaying left and right like a kid learning to ride a bicycle. She adeptly swung the matchstick into a glass orb and a kerosene lantern began to glow as a orange flame with a bluish base danced in it, shielded from external forces that could extinguish it like the wind.

Trisha w