Bab 92: March 22nd born baby

The werewolf's desperate pleas echoed through the room, but Dustin remained unmoved as he callously poured the purple liquid into the meagre meal before him. Hugo's heart pounded in his chest as he watched, knowing full well the deadly effects of consuming wolfsbane. He tried to protest, but his words caught in his throat as Dustin pulled out a gleaming silver weapon and traced its sharp edges across the wounds on his flesh.

"Please, no," Hugo sobbed, his body trembling with pain and fear. "I will eat it, I swear. Just don't hurt me with that cursed metal again."

Dustin's cruel smirk deepened as he relented, lifting the spoon and forcing the tainted food down Hugo's throat. The weakened werewolf choked and gagged as the food burned like fire in his mouth. His tongue seared in pain, and he felt like he was being consumed from the inside out.