The prison was unusually still, a suffocating quiet hanging in the air like a heavy fog. The guards had been on edge ever since the collapse of the cell that once held Kenneth’s body. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t approach the wreckage without being overwhelmed by the toxic scent of wolfsbane and silver that had filled the air. Weeks had passed since Kenneth’s death, and yet, for reasons none of them could explain, his body remained sealed within the debris.
Now, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the cold evening shadows crept across the prison yard, something even more unnerving began to happen.
Smoke.
It started as a faint wisp, barely noticeable at first. One of the guards, stationed near the ruins of Kenneth’s cell, caught sight of it as it curled up through the
