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Monday, July 10 || Late night
Lupin had excused himself from the living room and made his way up to the bedroom.
Between classes at the Phoenix he'd torn through his books, looking for answers but as usual finding nothing concrete that would indicate what Vasily had been referring to when he said what he had to Izabel. By now all but the most subtle of traces of what the vampire had done should be gone ... which left the question of what exactly a werewolf's association with Izabel meant in the eyes of the fae.
To hell with them.
Remus drank down his Wolfsbane, then looked into the mirror.
They could sense all they wanted — this was one Dark creature who wasn't going anywhere.