The Tea

"What're you talking about?" I said. Fear gripped me more when I noticed how red his eyes were. He looked so sick, yet so furious and I seemed to be the cause.

"Lance, please relax."

Gray placed a palm on Lance's shoulder but he pushed him off.

"The tea," Lance responded.

He glared hard at me and I gulped.

"What about the tea?" I asked, fidgeting.

His glare hardened but he began coughing so hard that he had to grip onto his chest for support. I watched in horror how he did not seem to stop coughing, he slipped off the table he was holding and landed on the ground, making a thud sound as he did.

"You promised not to tell him," I whisper-shouted at Gray who did nothing but give an apologetic look.

"He ordered me, I had no choice," he defended himself.

Squatting, I met with Lance who was still coughing non stop. The tea I gave him was tested and trusted and not just by Gray, but also by past werewolves. The tea had been in existence way before I was born, so there was no possible way