Erebus was in a place where he rarely allowed himself to go. His senses were completely focused on this one place, on this one person, and it nearly killed him.   Had he been acting like the hunter he had conditioned himself to be, he would’ve noticed one of the patrons who left the bar remained hidden in the alley.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>The imp had remained hidden among the crowd with the help of both an enchanted medallion, and a charmed bag of spice he sprinkled upon himself. It wasn’t enough to completely elude the wolf, but it made the hunt much more difficult.  He had found an unintentional ally in the mystery woman, who had monopolized the wolf’s attention.<br/><br/>The imp had  seized upon the opportunity to make his escape, but upon seeing his nemesis engaged with the woman, he couldn’t resist the urge to kill him.   The imp pulled the blowgun from beneath his cloak and slid the poision tipped dart into the shaft. He failed to realize that his own excitement was working against the magic of the charm.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Ravenous for this woman, Erebus’ heart pounded, his blood flowed, and his nostrils flared; taking in the full picture. It was all perfect except for one thing.   Erebus broke the kiss as the imp spit the dart from the tube. It sailed as Erebus turned and struck him on the shoulder.<br/><br/>A howl broke from the wolf’s throat. He ripped the dart free and charged, his body morphing, his clothes shredding from his body.  He made it only two strides before collapsing under the power of the poison.   The wolf retreated and all that remained was the nude form of Erebus.