[TW: Slight Blood]
"You have my word," Xavier said, his eyes glimmering. He felt his eyes turn blood red again, his wolf still trying to fight its way out.
Lucas' bottom lip quivered.
"How about this, I guarantee you live if you tell me what you were sent here to do. I presume you haven't told me everything."
Unable to meet Xavier's gaze, Lucas whispered, "You're right, I haven't."
"So speak, unless you really don't value your life."
"I turned the werewolves to ferals," Lucas admitted, before adding, "I used my spell to turn a group of werewolves into ferals. My master captured them and did all the work, all I did was turn them."
He recalled reporting the news to him that an omega from Eudora had died, and his master seemed pleased. It was then his master informed him of his plan. He continued, "My master has this grandplan, and he made me leave clues for you to follow."
