He's Whipped
he uttered, and we were all shaken.
I know a lot of people would think that the phrase describes a mother's milk, but in this situation, it's me.
They knew what I was. They wanted it from me. I shakily walked forward and looked over to the dead wolf, and he seemed familiar.
"Don't grieve too much, he's a traitor," Hunter's husky voice whispered behind me.
"What do you mean?"
He gave me a note in which there was writing at the back that reads:
Bab Populer