"That means he can control her," she muttered, running a hand through her hair. She had spent enough time in the library reading anything she could get her hands on about werewolves to understand the inner workings of the pack.
Ronnie glared at her sister, though it lacked any real heat. Any of her usual ire was being reserved for Greyback. She couldn't really blame Jessie for asking these questions. Ronnie certainly would have, if the positions had been reversed. She let out a sigh, "I found a potion. It still has a couple days to finish brewing, but its sort of a...poison. It has a lot of aconite in it, which is fatal, particularly to werewolves. Plus, silver dagger." That had been the perfect 'eureka' moment, finding that potion.
She rubbed her wrist, biting her lip gently. "There's a guy. His name is Jewllian Montague, and if I do die, I need you to just- Make sure he's alright, okay? I think he may be a bit upset if I die, so just- Please?" Merlin, it felt weird asking Jessie to do anything for her. Let alone asking nicely.