Sheep in Wolf's Clothing

Aiden was sipping one of his wine collections, which he brought from his North Island mansion to his old castle in Queenstown. He has not been back here for so long. After a few years ago, he decided to move and start a new life, free from the shadow of the man who always outperformed him in business competition. It turned out that Aiden’s decision was right. His business could have thrived on the North Island, and now he’s back knowing that his competitor is dead.

Usually when Aiden was sitting on the balcony enjoying wine and this cold and gray autumn atmosphere, no member of the pack would dare to disturb him. But this time, Aiden heard approaching footsteps, and when Aiden realized the smell that followed was a strange smell, Aiden immediately stopped shaking the wineglass in his hand.

“How did you get in?” asked Aiden, without looking at who had appeared at his residence this late.

“No big deal,” replied Caspian. “I thought you sold the house, neighbour.