I had no description to describe her; she was a monster. She wasn't a wolf but a monster, and she was creating monsters. I've never seen such monstrous things before. Freddy, as they called him, looked no less than human, chained to the glass table as a specimen for experiments, while her son did whatever he did with him.

He was their blood bank, their weapon, and it hurt to see how much Mira fell for her son. She was ready to do anything. I had thought this would be an easy task, but with ...