"Are you sure?"

Oscar knew that Philo was always meticulous. It was impossible for him to make a mistake on a task. However, he reflexively asked when Philo had finished reporting the information he wanted.

"I'm sure, Alpha. Amias is not a werewolf," Philo replied.

Oscar squeezed his fingers. "What about his mother? Uh, Sylvie?"

"I don't know, Alpha," Philo replied, feeling guilty, then explained. "Sylvie died ten years ago. I checked the cemetery and dug up her grave, but there was no trace at all. Her bones were completely destroyed."

Oscar growled. "Of course, you wouldn't find any clues. Surely her bones are completely crushed."

Philo remained silent while...