"Then don't tell me, Greg," Damon said, annoyed. He then tossed the wine in his glass bottoms-up.
John, waiting for Gregory's report, laughed secretly at their alpha's response. He pressed his lips to hide his smile when Gregory glared at him.
"Don't you want to know about the magical blood beholder?" Gregory took back with a smug look on his face.
Hearing that phrase caught Damon's full attention. He sat up straight and stared at Gregory.
Of course, he knew about the legendary magical blood. And he learned that in every blue moon, which appeared every century, there was one lucky werewolf that was blessed with magical blood who was believed to give the beholder a peculiar ability.
It was believed to be a myth because of lack of evidence. But a decade and a half ago, his father, the retired alpha, told him about the devastating massacre in Silver Moon pack by their Luna with the magical blood.
They didn't know what exactly about the peculiar ability that it gave the Luna because they weren't able to find out about it because the Luna disappeared after the massacre happened.
The retired alpha tried his best to spy on the Silver Moon pack but got nothing.