William

My throat was parched and a burning pain was washing through me. My breathing was hitched and my head was throbbing. 

The silver shackles on both my wrists continued to burn my skin, causing it to sizzle, the pain excruciating.  I was so weak but it was the thoughts of my daughter and grandson that kept me going. 

**FLASHBACKS – THREE DAYS AGO**

It was the early hours of the evening, I was sitting in the courtyard of the manor house when Tom came rushing in.

“Three members of the pack have gone missing,” he informed, and then showed me three letters, which all bore the same watermark.

“This...