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Chandler nodded.
"I suppose."
The doctor came back into the room, a grim expression plastered on his face.
"Is everything alright?" I asked him, suddenly worried.
"Unfortunately, no," He said.
"We're not going to be able to transfuse your blood."
"Why? Is something wrong with it?"
He shook his head.
"Quite the opposite, really. It's much too potent for Mr. Chandler."
"Too potent?" Vega asked.
"What does that mean?"
"You come from a very strong lineage of Lycanthropes, Your Highness," he said to me.