Cedrick's POV

She died after house number 3.

Too soon, my wolf gruffly huffed, standing over the burned pile of black, burned flesh. I hummed my agreement, but in the end, I guess I couldn't be all too unsatisfied. Once the fire finally reached the parts of her body that weren't paralyzed, she'd felt pain.

A lot of it!

And besides, we had fun watching it all from her mate's cell. It was also fun taunting him, as he had to watch the torture of his mate. I made mocks bets with him on how many houses she'd live through, or what she'd look like once the fire burned away...