Was she injected?

When we got to the house, we halted, exchanging looks. The building was similar to the prisons back home. Whoever erected the structure might either be a psycho or missing home. But Kendera didn't fall under any of them. He was just a bitter werewolf, fuelled by his desire to seek revenge for his father's death.

Fred took the lead, and I followed close behind him, looking back, as we walked deeper into the house. The hall was dimly lit, but we could still make our way through it as if there were a bulb overhead.

We followed the pungent smell of Durian and got to the room. Fred kicked the door open, and I stepped in, my gaze landing on the motionless body on the floor.

Instead of hurrying over to the corpse, my eyes took in the squared room, noting how empty and depressing it looked. It was just like the prison rooms.

“What's this?” Fred muttered as he lifted a syringe, knitting his eyebrows.

I hurried over to him and grabbed the syringe containing the strange red liquid. I raised