He's Whipped
I inquired, moving to the side of the entrance, leaning my back against the wall of his antique office.
He sighed and rubbed the space between his brows,"There's no doubt. The pack doctors ran some tests on their blood, and it turned out that they got a bit of griffins' blood on them, making their wolves weaker."
Griffins. Words on my mind, I replied to him with a nod.
"Griffins inject their blood into them? To those rogues? Or like biting them? Or making them drink it? How'd they do it?"
"I don't know," he sighs,
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