Any Price 

"It killed three Grand Lords, three," "In the centuries, no Grand Lord died, and now in less than a week, it had killed three,"  said Old Werewolf and looked across the table, especially at the three empty seats of the Grand Lord, that died.

"I want it dead; I don't care about the price, as long as it is dead; I will pay it," he said, and by the time the last word came out, his voice was barely louder than a whisper.

"It had killed our people, but I still do not think it is much of the treat," said Shael, the Foxmwomen, the head of intelligence. "Several of us have the power to kill it; the only reason we are not because we have been held back by those human bastards," she added.