CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Clearly, he was not joking and I hated that he was having so much fun at the expense of my indecision mixed with the dread of not knowing what could possibly happen next. It was moments like these that made one wonder if it was possible Harry Porter’s invisibility cloak could magically teleport from the book onto my body.
“Oh, yes, your father was quite the legendary killer in town. Almost every werewolf wants to get rid of anything or anyone in this matter that even in the slightest reminds them of him and as much I would have loved to see you being mauled to death, I would not want to miss the fun,” he shrugged.
My chances of survival were pretty bleak. If I chose to ignore him and step out of the mansion, I would probably be mauled to death. If I stayed, then there
