“Boss? We believe Werewolves House is mixed in this. We found werewolf hair and blood at the scene.” Vilore informed Drake in the woods.
“Test it to Michael’s. I want to be sure. Go in the mansion and tell him I ordered this. He won’t kill you. Thomas is there. He won’t do anything stupid.” Drake was a guy to verify all the leads. The brothers were the sons of the house, but they went missing for too long to be fully trusted.
“Yes, brother.” Vilore, with a pained heart, followed the order. He knew he didn’t have a great chance against Michael, if he was the guilty person and raged on him. He was a ginger haired man, light brown eyes, tall and muscled, with fine features. He was Drake’s right hand, as he followed him under Thomas, when his Master left the Werewolves House, and gave up the throne as an heir. They were childhood friends, and his position always had been to serve Drake inside the house. He was doing the same in the Hybrids House since they rolled in.