Legends say the Hound of Zebulon possessed the ability to scent out souls with ill intent—
And that evening… he had sensed something.
Something he had not felt so strongly since coming to Wisteria.
Evil intent.
Everywhere he went, there were always people with such intent—yet in Wisteria, it had always been so faint it was hard to notice.
Until that evening—when they had gathered to hear her tales—he felt it rise again… strong, sharp, and unmistakable.
And it was directed at her.
So, he traced the source… and caught it.
He had made just one mistake…
The kind he would never usually make.
He had failed to realize that there was more than one.
And that one had slipped past him… and hurt her.
A thought crossed his mind. He tried not to wonder…
But it came all the same.
What if Damaris had not been Damaris?
What if she had been feeble—fragile like any other young woman?
What if she had not been able to fight back…
and had been overpowered by the intruder?
