I turned to the warrior named Reggie, who was trembling in sheer terror at my discovery. Little did he know, my initial plan was to eliminate him and seize the drug for myself. But then a more cunning thought struck me: instead of killing him, why not extract information about how he acquired it? I approached him as he instinctively recoiled.
"There's no need to be afraid, Reggie. Where did you get this?" I inquired, fully aware that it couldn't have come from the stash my father had confiscated—its location was a mystery even to me. Reggie's expression shifted to one of surprise; he likely expected his life to end at that moment. "I got it from one of the suppliers, young alpha. Please, don't turn me in! I'll do anything you ask," he pleaded, desperation lacing his voice. A sly grin spread across my face; I realized I could manipulate Reggie to serve my needs.
From that day forward, Reggie became my go-to supplier. He would procure the substance from shadowy figures and deliver it to me. My wolf, Emil, and I quickly fell into a deep addiction. Initially, Emil resisted the idea of using the drug, but over time, he too succumbed to its allure. We found ourselves unable to function without it.
One day, Reggie unexpectedly collapsed while on duty. The cause of his fall was unknown, and although he did not die, upon regaining consciousness, he began to speak incoherently. His symptoms were unprecedented, leading to the conclusion that he had lost his sanity.
I was frustrated; I relied on him for my supply of drain, and I was quickly running out. Life without it was unbearable. I approached the deranged Reggie, but he merely smiled to himself, muttering nonsensical phrases. Soon after, we received the news of Reggie's death. While his passing was not my primary concern, I was out of substance, and Emil was becoming increasingly agitated.
On a night illuminated by a full moon, I ventured into the woods to clear my mind, feeling as though I was losing my grip on reality. A day without drain felt like torment. Suddenly, I caught the scent of another wolf and halted in my tracks. There stood the wolf, gazing at me, and behind it was a man cloaked in dark blue. His face was obscured, but I sensed a powerful presence emanating from him, prompting me to take a step back.
He approached with the swiftness of the wind, extending his hand to reveal a bag. "It appears your supplier is no longer available, little alpha Arnold," he said. I shifted back to my human form and inquired, "What do you have there?" although I had a strong suspicion. "You know what this is. From now on, I will personally provide you with it. Just come to this exact spot. Consider this a token of my appreciation, distinguished customer, but it will no longer be complimentary."
I experienced a moment of hesitation before finally accepting it. He said nothing further; he simply turned and walked away. As I opened the bag, I was greeted by the sight of my baby looking back at me. My mouth watered at the sight; it felt as though the moon goddess had granted my wishes. I am indifferent to the identity of the supplier or their appearance; what truly matters to me is that I have obtained what I desire—this drug, drain.
That encounter took place two years ago, and now I must uncover the truth about what he revealed regarding Drew. What unresolved issues does Drew have with him? Twelve years ago, Drew was only seven; what could possibly link him to my enigmatic supplier from that time? I am determined to find out, as this information might be the key to bringing him down.