Chapter Fifty-Three – Tame Him
The latest was a masterpiece. It totally took more than eighty percent of the human nature of a werewolf, making them tap deeper into their primal nature.
Asher spun around, cackling. "Ah, it's such a shame that I have no werewolf to try this on, but I definitely love the turn of events."
He carefully placed the drug on a rack, and stared at it affectionately. "Hmm, the victim could end up killing other werewolves. This is really good."
If he could infect a really powerful werewolf, then that werewolf would help him kill a lot more. It was an attractive drug in many ways, suitable for those werewolves who caught and experimented on Lycans in the past.
His mind went back to his last memory of his mother. A young brown haired lady, looking down at him with fear.
