After the screams, there wasn't silence, but the sound of bones breaking, and the tearing of flesh.  After a few moments of silence, there was the sound of retching, and the brutal psychic feeling of anger and hatred receded and was replaced by Geraint's sense of self-loathing and physical illness.  He vomited up the flesh the wolf-monster had started to consume before he could assert his mind over it, force it back inside.  A few moments later, he staggered down the stairs from the upper gallery to the bottom level.  He was covered in blood.  His hands, mouth, and throat were almost black with it.  He reeked of death and his eyes were haunted.  He was horrified and ashamed that Vara had seen him lose control.<br/><br/>But he was<i>practical</i>.  He had another set of clothes in his pack, and there was the pistol still where he had changed.  And he has known that this moment would come - that she would have to see, to really see, his other half.  Why the witches set to damn him and why they saved his life.