- Jun 2, 2023
Aethel had long known that her father had shady deals. Figures showed up in the dark, dropping or picking up packages. Heated conversations took place out behind the outbuildings. Sometimes, he came back in looking pleased, other times looking rather worried. She didn’t know the full extent of these things. If they didn’t affect her beyond meaning they could nicer clothes, she didn’t worry about it.
The past week or two, though, her father had been looking very stressed. It happened after one of the meetings in which there had been even less shouting than usual. Aethel had watched from the house, and although she couldn’t see her father or whoever it was he was talking to, she was sure she had seen the figure of several large wolves skulking in the shadows. There had been a yell of terror, and when her father came in, he was white as a ghost. She didn’t dare ask him anything about it, and he was silent as a corpse on the subject. Tonight, he was acting antsy, so when he sent her on an errand, she was almost relieved to leave the house. She worried something might happen to him while she was gone, but decided to let it go and leave. It was an unusual errand. She was given a package and sent out to the herbalist who loved deep in the woods. Going this deep into the woods after dark was generally a bad idea, but she went anyway, little knowing the treachery that was in store.