章 98: A Familiar Bottle

[Donald's Perspective]

Behind him came the assault team, still carrying the stretcher.

The stretcher was covered with a white cloth. I didn't need to look to know that it was the werewolf I had killed in the forest. They had probably just returned from processing the scene in the forest, but they had come to me so urgently. I wondered what new discovery they had.

I looked at Elliot. He held up a small bottle.

My pupils contracted sharply.

This little bottle looked familiar.

I'd seen this little bottle in Margaret's cabinet before I left the house. They looked exactly the same.

The only difference was that Margaret's bottle was empty, but there was still some liquid at the bottom of the bottle Elliot was now holding up.

My heart contracted so fast that it hurt.

Margaret. Why would it be Margaret?