Leslie stared wide-eyed at him, “What do you mean?” she asked, as she sat down on one of the chairs in front of Lucas’ table.
Lucas stood up from his chair and walked to the window of his office after his outburst.
“Since you'll be coming with us, it's best that I give you more information,” he sighed.
Leslie didn't say anything. She continued watching him, waiting.
He returned to his seat and leaned back on it, “There's a problem within the werewolf community,”.
“Someone or some group is supplying a strange substance or drug to werewolves.”
“Drugs? But werewolves can't be influenced. It's just like trying to get drunk. It's not possible,” Leslie argued.
“Having a pain reliever suited for werewolves was not a reality some years back. Here we are now,” Lucas replied.
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