CHAPTER 25

MITCH

"I EXPECT THAT the senate will call for another meeting soon," Draco said to Mitch, who looked up from his laptop and cocked his head. "The news of the illness will soon spread more."

"Yeah, the illness," Mitch said nonchalantly. "As I have told you multiple times, it will not come up North. The cold and altitude will not allow it."

"You talk like you are a speaker of the association of the illness," Draco scoffed. "We still need to be prepared."

"Aren't we?" Mitch asked, gently closing his laptop. "While the other stupid packs had been investing in lawyers, architects, and engineers, they had not thought for once to sponsor a doctor. That is just plain foolishness."

"Werewolves do not normally fall sick," Draco muttered.

"Yes, but here we are now," Mitch stood up. "Your race is scared of an illness that they don't know anything about. Pathetic!"

"Aiden and Addison are werewolves too, remember?" Draco asked. "There is a very tiny chance that they can contact the illness, and the