The Werewolf by Clemence Housman, Fiction, Fantasy, Horror, Mystery & Detective - Paperback

Then was there soothing and comforting, washing and binding and a modicum of scolding, till the loud outcry sank into occasional sobs. As she tugged at the door, he sprang across grasping his flask, but Sweyn dashed between, and caught him back irresistibly, so that a most frantic effort only availed to wrench one arm free. With that, on the impulse of sheer despair, he cast at her with all his force. The door swung behind her, and the flask flew into fragments against it. Then, as Sweyn's grasp slackened, and he met the questioning astonishment of surrounding faces, with a hoarse inarticulate cry: "God help us all!" he said. "She is a Werewolf."