Chapter 125 Not humans

"They’re not ordinary," Fineasta growls, his voice rumbling as he reverts to his human form, blood staining his white beard.

"They’re drugged. Witch-wood laced with something... darker."

"Human-Alphas," I breathe, the realization curdling in my gut. These are the wretched abominations we feared.

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