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A mile away from the main campus, inside of an old treehouse, on top of an old tree, Harry sat waiting.
The trap door of the treehouse opened; Duke climbed in.
“Were you followed?” Harry asked without looking back.
“No, though she did try very hard.” Duke scoffed.
“If you saw her, she wasn’t trying hard.” Harry rolled his eyes.
“Ok, you’re in a good mood.” Duke laughed.
“Were there any reports of Wolfsbane being used in the attacks?” Harry asked.
“What?” Duke asked, a shock plain on his face.
“Did any report at all, here or at any other pack report the use of wolfsbane in the rogue attacks?”
“No… why would—”
“Not even the reports from Winter?” Harry turned and looked at his Beta.
“No. No one reported wolfsbane. That is something neither you nor anyone else would forget
