Ray looked at the woman. She was shivering, cornered at the side of the bed, whimpering in terror.
Ray didn't want to harm her. He quickly turned his attention to Zeth's belongings.
He rummaged through the dead man's clothes, finding a heavy leather pouch, and took all the bucks inside.
With a final glance at the scene of the carnage, he jumped out of the same window he had entered through.
Just as he landed silently in the garden, a young man appeared in the hallway inside. He hadn't been able to sleep because of the earlier screaming.
"Can't even shut the mouth of a single bitch," he muttered in frustration, stepping out for the fresh air.
At that same moment, he saw the shadowy figure—the 'werewolf'—jump down from the second-story window.
"Who..." the young man muttered, freezing in fear.
Ray knew that every member of the Willson and Dorian families was involved in the heinous acts Zeth had committed.
He didn't flinch.
