"Poor little wolf," The witch's voice curled again, "I see your pain. I see your fears. I see your torment. I see everything...,"

Eleanor struggled to speak, "You're..., You're the one Werewolves whisper about,"

"Like a myth come to life, right?" She chuckled coldly.

Eleanor inhaled sharply, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here for you, Eleanor Blackwood. I'm here to help you take revenge on those who have crossed your line, those who have stood in your place. That particular person who's ...