It was one of the king's warriors in human form, badly injured and in need of help. But instead of helping him, I threw him up against the bars.

"Where are they?" I growled in his face.

"I don't know." He whimpered. And I gripped his throat tighter.

"I swear. That bitch ripped shreds out of me, and they took off. I don't know where." He whimpered, finding it really hard to breathe.

I then moved my hand in a quick movement and snapped his neck. His dead body dropped to ...