Meguitte’s Sewing Lesson

Rideten, Present Time

Abigail had released most of the werewolf females from the torture chamber by the time Meguitte returned. She stood in the doorway and considered the prisons that remained. The male werewolves and humans brought from the house where they had taken Bianca and June occupied the cages whilst the two female police officer werewolves remained chained to the wall.

“Where do you want her?” Connery gestured to June. He had already secured Bianca to the torture table.

“Put her on the wall, thank you,” Meguitte approached Bianca. Strands of cobweb remained clinging to Bianca’s clothing and skin although Connery had peeled away the majority in order to free Bianca’s limbs to secure them to the table. She reached over and held out her hand, allowing a little spider to scurry up her palm. She transferred it to a corner, where it would not be hurt.

“You have wards on you, strong ones,” she said to Bianca. “Not placed by you, I am thinking. Wards are an interesting magic. They