"... What about my men? They also..."
"Take this back, have them all inhale a bit. Stop immediately once wolf characteristics disappear. This is just an emergency measure. I haven't developed an antidote yet..."
Bert almost dragged himself out. I stood there, thoughts racing, staring at the Ghost Tear bottle.
"Victor, why would something like this even exist?"
"Good question. I don't know either."
I fell silent.
"It definitely can't be anything good."
When Bert returned after delivering the medicine, he seemed much more relaxed. "Tomorrow's our departure day. Once we leave this hellhole, everything will be fine."
"You..." I hesitated. Bert was famous for his charity, rescuing impoverished werewolves, with an excellent reputation. I didn't expect his first reaction to Cerromir's sit
