A woman walked into a prison and bowed on seeing the man standing there. "I'm sorry for being late," she bowed.
"It's okay," Damien shook his head, "the good thing is you are here. Can you take a look at him?"
Catherine nodded and walked to one of the cells there. There was a wolf in there, its eyes were white like it had been glazed over with a white paint and a spittle drooled from its jaw.
One look at it, one would know that it has gone derange but it is not a rogue, after all, everyone knows now that only the rogues look like that.
"Another one?"
"Sadly yes. And it's really tiring since nothing has been done about the others. However, I'm surprised that it's happening here. Yes I have heard the news of the rogues biting and infecting some wolves but it has never happened here, not here."
