I'd told Doctor Evans we were the good guys, but if Edward and I were on the side of the angels, then what was left to be on the other side?
Something that could skin a person alive without using a tool of any kind. Something that would jerk the penis off a man and the breasts off a woman with it's bare hands. As bad as Edward was, as bad as I'd become, there were worse things. And we were about to go hunting one of them.