(Ashley)
Magnus hands me a small vial filled with liquid that masks my scent completely. "This will last six hours. Use it wisely."
I pour the contents over myself, feeling the strange coating settle on my skin. Within seconds, my natural wolf scent disappears, replaced by something generic and forgettable.
"And this," Magnus continues, handing me another vial. "Wolfsbane extract. A few drops in food or drink will make any wolf violently ill. Enough could kill."
I take it carefully, tucking it into my pocket. "What about my appearance?"
"Already handled."
A Silverpeak female enters carrying clothes and supplies. She dyes my blonde hair a dark brown, then helps me pin it up under a simple worker's cap. A plain mask covers the lower half of my face, the kind servants wear when handling
