Fenrir Greyback worked his mouth open and shut, chewing hard on those chunks of organ meat, feeling the texture of them being crushed beneath his teeth.
He was in a very good mood now. Those chunks of organ meat that gave off such an enticing smell seemed to have turned into Vizet's face, torn apart again and again in his imagination.
This had happened not only because he was enjoying a feast, but also because he understood that he was about to break free of his restraints and escape this damned laboratory.
The moment he thought of that, he could not help growing excited. Even when he recalled the things Vizet had done to him, they did not seem quite so painful anymore.
It could even be said that when that excitement tangled with his memories, he instead wanted to laugh, wanted to mock that self-righteous Vizet who thought he already had everything under control.
He could almost imagine what a shocked, stupid expression would appear on Vizet's face when Vizet ended the Christmas holiday and returned to the laboratory full of satisfaction, only to find nothing left but shattered shackles all over the floor!
Thinking of the expressions Vizet might make, the grin at the corners of Fenrir Greyback's mouth grew wider and wider, more and more savage.
Immersed in excitement and fantasy, he felt as if time was passing much faster than before.
After eating his fill, he felt better than ever, and was already prepared to greet the rising full moon and transform into a werewolf.
This werewolf transformation would be different from all the others. He could feel with absolute clarity that the Werewolf form that matched his dream was no longer out of reach.
All he had to do was take a deep breath and