NIKOLAI
“What do you mean they are sick?” I asked Justin and Gabriel, who stood with me in the huge compound of our company. I had been supervising some trucks as the drivers prepared to leave, when they had come with crazy news.
According to them, the temp drivers who had done the emergency delivery for Juan and Carlos, had fallen ill shortly after they had come back from the trip.
“We think they must have inhaled a good amount of amount of the stuff into their system in the way home.” Justin suggested. From what they told me, the men were currently recuperating in their various homes.
“Where did they get Wolfsbane from?” I was beginning to tire from hearing about encounters with Wolfsbane. At this point, it was beginning to seem as if someone was trying to choke us.
“Where are the
