CHAPTER 258: TREE HOUSE

CHAPTER 258

~3RD PERSON’S POV~

Slow and long gasps for air echoed faintly in a dimly lit room. The room was a large hall that contained numerous beds that looked like they were made from stone.

Different people lay unconsciously on these beds, and long wires and tubes hung from their bodies and from the surface they rested upon. Some of the people that were here looked very malnourished, and others looked like they weren't alive at all.

They were all different people—male and female—with different body types and skin colors, but they all had one thing in common: they were all werewolves. This was a place where werewolves were drained of their essence to create the drug that would change humanity forever.

The sound of breathing came again from the far end of the dark hall—it was Steven. He wasn't completely unconscious, but he lacked the strength to move even his finger.

Only he had a mask on his face that constantly fed him the gas that was used to sedate him and Derren.