Chaos persisted for a long time until the villagers finally subdued the frenzied Brail.
Although he exhibited the characteristics of a werewolf, he hadn't fully transformed into one and hovered on the verge of madness, completely controlled by rage, endlessly howling.
Bai Youwei followed the crowd, watching as Brail and the werewolf were bound together, dragged bloodily all the way to the square—
The villagers hoisted the two onto the stone columns, winding iron chains around them round after round, piling up layers upon layers of firewood.
The village chief took a burning stick from the charcoal basin and lit the bonfire without a moment's hesitation.
The moment the flames soared, Bai Youwei immediately closed her eyes, not wanting to witness that dreadful scene.
She turned to walk away, Brail's shrieks echoing in her ears as he roared and cursed, his voice hoarse with exertion:
