Hope could see how the silver had hurt him. Under his bloody fur, she could see the burned scars littered on the surface of his fur. It looked awfully painful, just like the rest of his wounds. Even Hope could smell the scent of metal in the air.
Yet, the beast calmed down for only a minute before he started to bang the cage again.
"No, stop!" Hope desperately stretched out her arms to touch him, to calm him, but the beast didn't stop.
The cage rattled loudly when the beast whacked its head against the metal bars, as if this was only some ordinary metal bars and not made of silver that could hurt him whenever he touched them.
There were more hunters who came forward to help those eight people, who were holding the ropes to keep the cage steady, but in the end, it was just another futile attempt to stop the beast.
The cage was swayed heavily by the force of everything that the beast did.
