288 A Warning, Not A Threat

Even the mention of such a cruel form of execution had my hair standing. Wolfsbane might not do much to me, but I had seen what it could do to an average werewolf― Darach, to be specific. 

"That is how Alpha Darach lost his wolf," I murmured, pretending to be horrified. However, no matter how 'soft' my voice was, the werewolves present heard me loud and clear. After all, their sense of hearing was enough to hear even the flutters of a butterfly's wing.

Elder Otto, seeing my reaction, continued to explain. A knowing glint sparkled in his eye. He must've caught on to what I had planned.

"A horrifying process, yes," Elder Otto said, nodding solemnly. "It strips the criminal of their wolf so that they die as a human, rather than return to the arms of the Goddess. But with such a frequent and consistent dosage, it will become lethal for them before their bodies can build an immunity against it."

"That sounds horrible!" someone cried out.