The high-pitched scream was so loud that the windows of the castle rattled, a shrill noise that none of them would ever be able to forget.

　　Amelia Whittaker groaned in pain, sweating profusely. The werewolf king stood hunched and bent over in a corner of the room, trembling from the intense agony

　　“Make it cease!” Conroy yelled at the old shaggy man sticking a sizzling knife inside Amelia, close to her spine. Her skin was so red, blotchy and hot that steam ...