5
I hadn’t the heart to tell the kind housekeeper I could manage. The house was not so large as the streets of London, nor built in such a disorganized manner. Greer guided me to my room and left me to myself. I noted that she shut the door, but did not lock it.
The room was quiet but for the crackling fire. I sat on the end of the bed and clutched my head in my hands. So much had happened that morning that I could hardly comprehend it all. There was the woman ghost who had startled me so, and the arrival of another werewolf in the form of Lady Stewart.
I sighed and straightened. If only I could believe that this strange existence was something more than a long and terrible dream. If only I could receive a sign that-
Something slammed against one of the windows. I started to m
