Later in the afternoon, I left the mansion to meet Jason. We drove to his favorite restaurant close to the hospital where he worked, a quiet place tucked between glass buildings.

He assured me the food tastes nice,and I would love it there.

During lunch, Jason did most of the talking while I listened. His voice carried warmth, his words flowing with ease as he spoke about his work at the hospital, his long hours, the challenges of treating werewolves who were having hard time healing ...