I tossed and turned on my bed continually. The horror of the day's events kept replaying in my mind like a bad movie. From how someone was executed for his crimes by being eaten alive by a beast, and then the way Melanie had been auctioned off and sold to the creepy Lord Albert.

The werewolves were mean creatures and I hated them.

As I pondered on these things, the door to the room in the slave quarters I was in opened and someone came to tap me, handed a note and disappeared as quickly as they had come.

I stood up silently, so as not to wake up the...