MEANWHILE
Nicholson began to pace. Amanda had come to him in Wolf form the previous day. She was feral. Her human form is about to die off. He needed her in human form to tell him what she knew. He had sent scouts out to see what was going on. He grabbed the feral wolf by the neck and shoved a drink down its throat. Slowly Amanda emerged. She was coughing and sputtering. She was gasping for air. “What the f**k? You didn’t tell me that the vial was going to do that!”
“Shut up. You have ten minutes before you change back, and I need information,” Nicholson said, slapping her across the face. “What did you tell them? What do they know and how many are there?”
“What do you mean, I only have ten minutes? I don’t want to be feral forever,” Amanda whined,
“s**t. Listen b***h, I don’t have a l
