Marisa entered the Moonstone house to find a very unpleasant surprise. Wogan is as dim as a broken lightbulb (I'm sorry--that's an apology to broken lightbulbs everywhere), but he's finally figured out that he's
not in a happy, loving relationship. He's tired of Mist's coldness and indifference, and, still being a dim little man, has completely forgotten that once Mist has no use for him she will break him and throw him aside like a rag doll.
However, he still has an eye for the evil, ruthless sort. So, when Ms. Whitefang showed up, Wogan thought it was the perfect time to start forming a new one-sided relationship.
Naturally, the lady was not exactly receptive to her colleague's partner's advances. She realized immediately that this somewhat-passably-handsome man was a weakness, a flaw in the armor of the soon-to-be-Overlords of Bridgeport. A flaw whose existence could not be allowed to continue.
Fortunately, her partner was in complete agreement.
Mist entered to find Wogan trying to chat up Marisa, and immediately knew that the once-useful servant was now nothing but dead weight. He would have to be severed, or drag the entire operation down to the bottom of the ocean.
"You have outlived your usefulness. You are a liability. You have betrayed me. You will die."
"Whitefang, would you mind stepping back? I wouldn't want you to suffer the same fate as my late husband."
The werewolf cackled, her eyes glowing as brightly as the Moonstone after which her best friend's family was named. She hadn't missed the wording of Mist's warning, and she was quite looking forward to watching Wogan be exterminated.
Ten minutes later, after a fair amount of crying and pleading, Wogan was reduced to a half-living being, unable to walk or function. Mist and Marisa ignored his desperate moans, quietly discussing the Plan with Obsidian. At a particularly loud round of wails, Mist glanced at him irritably and signaled Obsidian. Wogan's vision went completely black.
He woke to find himself standing in a tiny, pink room. There was no door, no way out, even though sunshine came through the open roof. Even his sluggish mind could work out the inevitable.
