Broken Bond: Claimed by My Ex-Husband's Alpha Billionaire Uncle-Chapter 61: Forbidden Drug

They were all gathered in the living room, awaiting Louis’ explanation. His face looked grim, as if he had just witnessed something inexplicable.

Perhaps that was the case.

"Well, I haven’t had a chance to examine his blood in the lab yet," Louis began, his voice steady but carrying an edge of concern. "But after checking his body, I found a few things that were seriously off. Let’s just say, I can make an educated guess about what could have caused the rogue werewolf to end up like this."

So, the rogue werewolf had indeed died.

Charlotte didn’t want him to hurt anyone else, but if his behavior had been influenced by something else, she couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for him.

"Tell me," Damon said, his tone firm, urging Louis to continue.

Louis took a deep breath, his eyes briefly closing as he recalled the details. "This is just a theory, so don’t take it as gospel. About a week ago, paramedics brought someone into the ER. They got a report from a passerby who said they found a man unconscious under a bridge with an injured leg."

"The paramedics thought it was a gunshot wound at first, but the skin and flesh on his leg looked ... melted, like molten iron. So, they rushed him to my hospital."

He paused for a moment, recalling what the doctor on duty had told him. "When they arrived, part of the flesh on his leg had already melted away. The doctor could remove the bullet easily because the tissue had opened up so much."

"It was a silver bullet," Louis confirmed quietly.

Diana’s eyes widened, her mind connecting the dots. "Wait... that must be the one who escaped from the hunters! They shot him with a silver bullet, but we couldn’t track him down. Who knew he ended up in the hospital? But ... what happened to him after that?"

Louis took a deep breath, his tone serious. "When the bullet was finally removed from his leg, the patient regained consciousness, but it didn’t last long. He became violent, even injuring a few nurses. They tried to sedate him, but nothing worked. In the end, they had to restrain him to the bed."

"But that was just the beginning. Not long after, his skin turned an unnatural shade of green, and his wound started to decay—exactly like what we’re seeing here with our rogue werewolf."

Damon’s brow furrowed. "And he died after that?"

Louis nodded, looking frustrated. "Yes. I’ve been running around handling reports for the Nocturnal Order and the human government, so I didn’t catch the news about him until yesterday. His body’s still in the morgue because they couldn’t identify him."

He paused, the memory of what he found in the morgue clearly bothering him. "When I checked the body yesterday, I saw signs that pointed to something familiar—symptoms of a forbidden drug."

Louis took a moment to collect his thoughts before continuing. "The drug I suspect ... It’s called ’Nightshade’."

They all frowned, as it was the first time they had ever heard of such a name.

"At first, I thought it was just a rumor," Louis explained. "People had whispered about it for years, but I never believed it actually worked. They said it was a substance that could weaken a werewolf’s healing ability."

"But it sounded too ridiculous. I mean, werewolves have existed for thousands of years, and nothing could do that to us—not even any witch’s potion could until now." Louis rolled his eyes. "Well, maybe not now."

"Are you saying someone actually found a way to make it work?" Damon’s voice was low, his tone sharp as he looked at Louis.

Louis hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "It’s possible. The substance they’re talking about, it’s a rare and dangerous drug, one that interferes with the body’s natural healing processes."

"It’s not something you find just anywhere, but it’s real. I’ve only heard whispers of it, but now... seeing what happened to that rogue werewolf, I’m starting to think there might be some truth to the rumors."

Diana furrowed her brows. "How does it work? What’s in this drug?"

Louis sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It’s complicated. The drug is said to target the werewolf’s cells, disrupting the healing factor in their body. It’s like. .. a poison, but not one that kills immediately."

"It just suppresses their natural abilities. If someone is exposed to it long enough, their healing might slow down or stop entirely."

Charlotte frowned. "And what about the green thing? Is it an antidote for ’Nightshade’?"

"The green thing?" Louis asked, confused.

"Oh, I must have forgotten to mention this," Diana said. She then explained that the rogue werewolf had kept saying he wanted the green thing before he lost his mind entirely and died.

Louis’s expression shifted to one of concern as he processed the information. "It sounds like someone used that green thing to control the rogue werewolf."

He said slowly. "If the rogue was dependent on it before losing control, it could be the key to understanding why he acted the way he did."

He paused, thinking deeply. "The green thing might not just be a drug or an antidote. It could be a type of stimulant or control substance. Something that could override a werewolf’s instincts and make them lose their minds." ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Charlotte’s heart sank as she realized the weight of the situation. "So, someone could be using this to manipulate the rogue werewolves, like puppets?"

"Exactly," Louis replied. "And if they can do that to one, they could do it to others. We need to find out who’s behind this before it spirals further."

Damon’s jaw tightened at the thought. "Who would have the resources and the knowledge to control werewolves like this?" His voice was low, filled with a dangerous edge.

Louis frowned, glancing around at the group. "That’s the question, isn’t it? Whoever’s behind this must have access to rare, possibly illegal substances, and a deep understanding of werewolf biology. It could be someone with a vendetta against packs, or someone trying to destabilize our entire way of life."

Charlotte shuddered at the thought. The idea of someone using such dark methods to control others was terrifying. "And if they’ve done it to one, they might be able to do it again ... to more werewolves."

Right now, they might only be using the rogue werewolves, but who knows about the future? They could use these kinds of things against entire packs.

Louis nodded grimly. "Exactly. We need to be vigilant. Whoever this is, they’re dangerous. And they won’t stop until they have more power."

Damon stood up abruptly, his eyes hardening with resolve. "Then we find them. And we make sure they never do this to anyone else again." He turned to Louis. "I want you to thoroughly examine this substance and find out what’s inside it."

In that way, maybe they could also find the antidote.

"Got it," Louis said.

"And Diana, from now on, I don’t want you to capture the rogue werewolves," Damon added.

Diana furrowed her brows. "What do you mean?"

"Instead of capturing them, let’s try to track their whereabouts," Damon explained. "But don’t make it too obvious. Split into two teams. One team will keep hunting them down, while the other focuses on tracking them quietly."

Diana nodded slowly, understanding his plan. "Got it. We’ll keep it subtle," she said, her voice steady.

Louis, already thinking ahead, added, "We need to be careful, though. If they know we’re on their trail, they could disappear without a trace."

Damon’s jaw tightened. "We won’t let them get away. Not this time."

Charlotte, who had been quietly listening, felt a shiver run down her spine. With a situation this dangerous, she might never be able to leave the house with peace of mind again.

But she was afraid that voicing her fears would only make things harder for Damon.

Handling Julian had already been dangerous enough—let alone dealing with an unknown threat like this.

"Charlotte," Damon’s voice pulled her from her thoughts.

She lifted her head. "Yes?"

"Starting tomorrow, I’ll have a few werewolves watch over you," Damon reassured her. "Don’t worry. Only one will stay visibly close, while the others will watch from a distance. That way, no one on set will feel uncomfortable around you."

Charlotte hesitated, biting her lower lip. The idea of being watched constantly made her uneasy, but at the same time, she knew Damon wouldn’t suggest it if it weren’t necessary.

"Is it really that dangerous?" she asked quietly.

Damon’s jaw tightened. "We don’t know yet, and that’s the problem. Until we do, I can’t take any chances with your safety."

She sighed slowly, glancing at Diana and Louis. They both looked serious, their expressions mirroring Damon’s concern.

"Alright," she finally said. "But promise me this won’t disrupt the filming. I don’t want people to think I’m bringing bodyguards just because—"

Damon cut her off with a teasing smile. "Because you’re secretly a mafia princess?"

Charlotte rolled her eyes, but the small joke eased some of the tension in her chest. "Exactly."

Damon reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering for just a moment. "I’ll make sure they stay out of your way. You won’t even notice they’re there."