<span style="font-style: italic">Haizel ran through the forest in a panic, the thumping of her paws muted by the fire beginning to surround her, licking the bottom of her feet as it grew in size. Her eyes were wide with panic as she halted to a stop, seemingly surrounded; she could see the men around her behind the fire, protected, laughing at her own demise. Her fur began to denigrate as it moved it's way up the length of her body, howling in pain as she saw no way to escape. The scene changed, her now naked human body chained to a chair, the cold metal caressed every part of her body. She cried out as a madman laughed sadistically, bringing toys of death to her wake, leaving her blood to drip into a pool beneath her feet.</span><br/><br/>Haizel woke up in a sweat, sitting up and breathing heavy with fear, "You're okay, it's fine." She said to herself as she ran her hands through her hair. She stood up, shaking the dream from her head, utterly repulsed by the scenes and hoping they would not continue to haunt her. She disappeared into the bathroom before turning on the water and greeting herself in the wide mirror. Her wrists and legs were completely caked with blood, crusted, though showed no signs of damage. Her face held lines of her blood, her dried tears still prominent on her tired face. She felt for the back of her head, seeing her snowy hair now stained with red. She sighed, disgusted by the fact of what a human had done to her.<br/><br/>Haizel let the warm water envelop her as she massaged at her body, working the blood off of her body. She rubbed at her breasts, laughing at the obviously fact that they had been untouched by the horror of her blood. She dunked her head, scrubbing at her hair before leaving the comfort of her bath. She dried herself quickly before she pulled on a short dress, her long legs seeming to flow from the ends of her dress. It was loose along her upper torso that revealed the length of her back, her hair draped down loosely along it, brushing her spine.<br/><br/>She left the room behind as she walked through the corridors of the castle, the keys she brought held tight in her hand as to not make a sound.<span style="font-style: italic">They must have locked him upstairs.</span>She thought as she headed towards the East side of the castle and up the twisted staircase, leading her to one of the towers. She found it unguarded and relief washed over her.<br/><br/>The keys jiggled softly as she worked the brass key into the slot, opening the lock with a soft click. She smiled as she opened the door quietly and noticed Heck's limp body. She closed the door and approached him, listening to the soft sounds of his breathing. She ran her hand along his cheek, touching the scars that kissed his face. She took hold of the book he held in his hands, shimming it into her own. She sat on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs as she faced Heck while he continued to sleep. She began talking quietly, taking hold of the silence that surrounded her, "The book does not bind to lying, there were real werewolves actually. Different than the ones you see today, some of which were once werewolves and cybernetically enhanced themselves for greater power."