~Theo~
“It’s been two whole days, Fred. And all you can report to me is that you haven’t been able to find the witch who did that to my father!?”
Fred wiped off perspiration that had gathered on his forehead and exchanged glances with the Gammas behind him.
After carefully appraising the situation, I’d concluded that it was only a witch that could inflict those kinds of wounds on a werewolf. The wounds weren’t just a result of stabs and slices of skin.
The stabs and claws might have assisted, but I was wise enough to decipher that it was just an instrument meant to hinder the main purpose and to hide that it was a vile, unwanted creature who perpetrated the act.
I was trying my best to hold off on lashing out at them as much as I could because I was aware of how they’d scoured the who
