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e that the adage was indeed true. At least I've never had the experience up until now. For as long as I could remember I've always regarded
that was wha
my palms were a little sweatier than usual. I swallowed forcefully, realizing that this had to be the closest I'd come to knowing what fear felt like. I couldn'
t a lot of emotions but I had never for once felt fear. Which was very unusual because I should have naturally been terrif
I ha
and finally resentment. Now anything related to werewolves made me recoil in anger and hate. Except when it came to one particular were
ention back on him. Sometimes he proved to be a decent supervisor, always making sure I didn't make any mistake
actly I was going to get myself out of this mess. He loosened the buttons on his shirt, his eyes leaving me for a while to l
to the home of those beasts. Did he not care about my safety? They saw me as the enemy. One slip and I was sure their bar
visor would have sought me out for this job. And to think I'd been in the middle of a very serious laboratory test. It was times like this that I envied the oth
that had died. I raised my palm to my mouth, shocked at the number. There were almost twenty of them and they had all died within the last two weeks. I reare
caught the
died. I roamed my eyes through the files again, trying to appear disinterested while my mind ran a mile per second. From reports, I didn't thi
hat they did. Whoever it was that was behind the killings had obviously done a thorough study of them and was successfully killing them in a way they wouldn't b
I wanted him to spell it out plainly. He'd only been beating around the bush since I got here. He clasped his hands together an
n obvious v shape. "Whoever it is either knows or has studied everything there is to know about werewolves," He explained, drumming h
wed his eyes, irritated that I was to hurry him up. I gestured at my lab coat, arching an eyebrow at him in return to remind him that I'd been in the middle o
to keep my emotions in check, though I wasn't exactly successful most of the time. On his good days, he
oblem." He continued patiently. "So they sought our help." His eyes met mine and held. "They need someone who would
an
r werewolf shit. I was already shaking my head before I even gave myself time to really think about it. There was no way I was going to offer the
of my coat pockets as I readied myself to go back to the lab. "There are way more experienced forensic scientists than I could ever
as trying to say. "You won't be going alone," He informed me, his tone almost pleading. "You'll be working with a team but you'
g to piss him off so he would angrily ask me out of his office. I released a deep breath, deciding to hear him
through his dark hair. "If this person is able to take down immortals, how much more humans?" I hated that I
my heart drop to the pit of my stomach. My eyes bulged at his words but he didn't seem to notice. "As much as I care about the rest of
drop to the pi