However, Draco no longer occupied the cell, and the beast who arose in his stead would not be contained so easily. With an ungodly blood-curdling roar, the werewolf tore the gate from its hinge - blood pouring from the gaping wounds its shattered teeth left behind - the beast stepped into the hallway. To its right was a wall of limestone blocks, cold and unyielding. To the left, an open passageway.