Gregory shrugged his shoulders. "I don’t know. But I saw the slave princess entering the dungeon secretly through Cruz's eyes. She brought food for her mother. But I didn't hear them talking. I think they used a mind link. I was just watching them cry in each other's hands. But what surprised me was when the slave princess bit her wrist to produce blood. She let her blood drop to the Luna's wounds. And they all healed!" Gregory was still amazed at the sight he saw through his crow pet. He didn't regret taking time to roam around the place.
"She might be the answer to your problem with Veronica's disease. Maybe that is what magical blood can do," Gregory verbalized Damon's thoughts.
Damon's mind flew away after hearing the thing. His brain started to think of a plan about getting even just a drop of the magical blood. He knew that it would be hard, but he would find a way to succeed for his beloved, Veronica.
He looked at John, who was staring at him. "John, continue leading the trackers and the warriors." Then he faced Gregory. "You'll be the one to govern the pack and watch Veronica temporarily for tomorrow."
Gregory's forehead creased. "What's your plan?" he asked curiously.