Chapter16:~Greg Greenfield~

Lord Mayor and his wolves had gathered at the pack’s laboratory. He writhed in pain as he watched them shape-shift into humans and die afterwards from my chunk and bite after our bout at Caritas. A few of them were on the floor chattering and groaning like innumerable bees. “What is happening? I have never lost a wolf!” he lamented and stroked his ponytail in exaggerated confusion. “This is a slap on my face! No I must get to the root of all this shit!” he barked and each time he did his voice commanded thundering and lightning. More than a handful of his wolves were injured to a bloodied scrap and one after the other they dropped dead from my poison. This provoked him, and made him go berserk. “Sholly!” he called one of the scientists who had been busy typing into a desk top and running coded data on the screen. The fellow stood to his feet and bowed his head. “Can’t you understand my pain? Look at my wolves. They are dying like kittens. This is scramble! How can one wolf do this to u