Her Vengeful Lycan Alpha
Chapter 162: Drug

Chapter 162: Drug

Chapter Hundred-Sixty-Two – Drug

(Silent River Pack)

It’s been a while the golden scythe was used so Darren couldn’t determine how potent it’d be.

He noticed the lycan didn’t remember Ella so it must have worked but it had a side effect, making the lycan go wild because his memories were tampered with.

He made the lycan a ticking bomb because when his memories were tampered with, he went wild and he left it for Black Claws, hoping it’d cause trouble for them.

And when the memories will return, at High Moon, he’d go wild again, but, perhaps, not as vicious. Darren hoped he’d hurt someone important enough to kill him.

That’d be one less lycan in their miserable world.

He sighed, placing the syringe on the table before him. That was a drug he found on the lycan. He didn’t know what it was for but he didn’t dare try it on himself.

For the lycan to have it while searching for a witch, Darren had wondered if it had magic in it, but Ella confirmed that they were no residue of magic in it.

Darren shook the liquid in the syringe. Could it be some kind of medicine for the lycan?

The old man peeked into the room. "Sir Darren, I’ve caught some birds, for the drugs."

Darren walked to him, holding the syringe. In a syringe, his first thoughts were that they were medicine, even if they were reddish and smelled sort of intoxicating.

He pierced the tip in the bird’s skin and withdrew without putting too much. The old man placed the bird on a soft leaf and they waited for what’d happen.

The bird suddenly became erratic, flapping its wings widely before staring intently at nothing with blood shot eyes and falling dead.

The old man stared in distress, touching the bird and confirming it’s no longer alive. He gaped at the syringe, wondering what the hell it was.

Darren felt unsettled. Could it be poison? But during his training as lycan hunter, he was made resistant or nearly resistant to all known poisons lycans could use.

He could also identify them by appearance and smell.

Also, there’s no reason for that lycan to have poison in a syringe when he knew he was going to enemies quarters.

Was he so stupid to not know it could be used against him? He turned to the old man and asked. "Was there any note or instructions in his belongings?"

The old man looked up, thinking, he slapped his palm. "There was. Something ’only on four natural wolves’."

Darren looked back at the syringe.

If the note was related to the drug, that should work on lycans and werewolves, then using animals similar should give similar reactions.

But, he glanced at the bird, what if the natural wolf dies? He had already confirmed it wasn’t a medicine.

"Sir Darren, if it’s something those lycans are planning to use on us, werewolves, then we should know what it is and tell Damancas and the princess." The old man said.

He had noticed the young master’s hesitation, and while he understood it, the dangers of not finding out what the drug was, could be really bad.

Animals mightn’t hold a grudge against them.

But if they miss an opening to defend themselves from the crazed lycan King, then the werewolves of the world will hold a grudge against them.

"Fine." Darren clenched his fists. "Find five wolves, let’s try distributing it farther, it’d have less effects and we can treat it that way."

His eyes went to the bird but he looked away, almost immediately. It shouldn’t hold a grudge against him.

"And distributing it in one to know how potent the drug is?" the old man suggested, using a low tone not to offend the young master.

Darren frowned slightly. Using five wolves would just mean he’d have to divide the potency by five. Yet, he didn’t know what could happen if used only one.

"You noticed the bird got violent, before his death, right?" Darren touched the bird and it’s body was still warm even if it’s dead. "It was obviously heating up."

The old man nodded, he had notice it when he checked the bird seconds after his death.

"He looked so angry. I thought it was an effect of the drug, but it might be the drug." Darren carried the dead bird.

The old man shifted as the young master walked past, heading to inside the room. Darren pulled his sword from its sheath and went out.

He hurried into the forest. The old man followed. "Why will the Lycans make something that’d make others go wild?"

Darren narrowed his eyed on the drug. "The drug is obviously for werewolves, a species that can’t go wild."

The lycan King must have been jealous of their natural flaw and instead of making drugs to correct it, he decided to make it everyone’s problem.

They got to the forest and Darren went straight for a wolf’s den he knew existed around. "Excuse me." He walked within the wolves.

They’re aware of his visit so only watched him curiously. He pulled one of them, a particularly troublesome one that made Darren keep his eyes on the family.

He carried it towards his field of wild goats. He rubbed the wolf’s fur before exhaling. "This might hurt a bit. I’m really sorry, but I’d let you out of your misery soon."

The old man began carrying some young wild goats out of the field, leaving the older and slightly experienced ones.

"Sir Darren is really smart." The old man mused within himself. "We have a request to export fresh goat meat in great mass, this wolf will help us."

Many servants were unwilling to take the job because the goats were almost impossible to catch, especially when they knew they’d be killed.

With this, the drugged wolf will kill the ones necessary. The old man looked at the young master, that still hesitated, rubbing the wolf.

He smiled. "Well, young master did have wolf pets as a kid. This should be hard." He carried the youngest goat and jumped to a big boulder, being out of sight.

Darren left the wolf, finally making his mind up. He held his sword closely, as he emptied the syringe in the wolf.

He dropped the syringe and ran towards the goats. "Now, come! I’d finish you off painlessly!"

The wolf received small shocks within it’s body, before it’s eyes became bloodshot as he turned to the goats scattered about.

Darren was stunned when it zapped through four goats tearing their limbs off swiftly. He stopped moving, staring at it. The drug...

"The drug will breed massacres."