I sat at the table staring at dinner, but I wasn’t hungry. I got up and then lay back down, tossing and turning until I finally fell asleep.  

I isolated myself in the room for three days. I had asked one of the maids for wine while she brought the meals, and my request was granted. Her name was Liz, the redhead from the first time.  

I spent those days getting drunk so I could close my eyes without seeing those shredded bodies, without seeing that terrible werewolf, and even ...