Still in the room Beam had led me to, I marveled at everything Beam had achieved in her art. Drawings of werewolves in different shifting forms were pasted in one out of the four walls of the room. My senses offered a tingle when I realized that we were both all alone. Before I could say what I was about to say, I felt someone punch me with a spiked glove. Beam screamed out of fear! She ran towards the door trying to open it, but surprisingly we had been locked in from the outside.

I tried to fend off the attacker but he was too strong. Even when I...