Twenty-five:
Catesby
I was not accustomed to find myself in the home of Hunters alone. Not long after my brother had found me trying to deliver the letter, I made my way to the apothecary. The Pulfer family lived in a small living quarters above the shop. I knocked on the door and waited until someone answered. A tall, thin woman with a round face and jet black hair. The Apothecary. She started when she saw me.
“Wolf,” she snarled. “What do you want? Your kind isn’t welcome here.”
“I’m not here,” I said, “I am outside your shop. I heard tell that your husband is home. I was wondering if I might have a word with him.”
She frowned and placed a hand on her hip. “What could you possibly want with my husband?”
“You know, of course, that Crimson Ashland was mated
