In a forest, in the middle of the night, a wizard brewed a potion.

"Who are you?" asked a young prisoner.

"Shut up," the wizard snapped.

He took a small vial, took some of the potion and drank it. He felt a power surge through him. He howled at the moon, and his wolves came to him.

"Tonight we feast. Fresh meat," he pointed to the prisoner. The wolves attacked the young woman and her screams were heard throughout the forest. The wizard laughed as a spirit materialised behind him.