Chapter Fifty One

Will hadn't been lying. The next day he had a visitor, a man dressed in a clean blue suit, he smelled of cigarettes and grapes, an odd combination but it suited him in a way. he looked to be a bit older, his well-manicured hair was indented with a few grey hairs here and there, his, hands were covered with scars, burn marks, I couldn’t see his face well, just the outline and even then I saw the strong lines of age on them. The Jailor who had let him in pointed towards Will’s cell and then walked away leaving them alone, they weren't necessarily alone I was there and so were the other prisoners, but it looked like the man didn't care. He approached Will’s cell. Will was startled at first then stood up and stared back at the man. It was then that I had noticed that Will had been a head taller than the man, he was shorter than an elf, and he smelled different, of course he did the man standing there was not a Lycan. Lycans were hulking beast that could rival the size of bear shifters. Thi