Chapter Hundred-Sixty-Three – To Help
Darren watched the wolf tear through four goats at the same time, biting their limbs off and mounting on them, not like food, but as an opponent.
"This drug will breed massacres."
If it was this potent for natural wolves, then if a werewolf or lycan took it, it'd be really bad. They'd lose themselves and wouldn't even recognize friend from foe.
It'd be the worst in a crowded place, and worse, it's easy to transmit. Just capture an unsuspecting person and inject them, then move far away before the drug kicked in.
The King knew what he was doing, and worse, the effects were still hazardous enough if shared between numerous wolves. It wouldn't be murder, but hunt.
Darren had heard of the King's experiments, but if this was what they were, then they should be stopped at all cost. He had to tell werewolf packs around High Moon.
