“The werewolf thundered through the icy undergrowth, clutching the bleeding and steaming stump that had been his right hand. His tongue lolled out as steam rose from his jagged jaws. His ear twitched as a twig snapped, and he recoiled in fear as a bloody, clawed hand landed at his feet.

She strode out into the moonlight, axe in hand and blood-red cloak billowing behind her. “Did you think I would be satisfied with just that, animal? I’m here for the rest of you.”