Page 129 of Wolf's Mark

“This agent Drummand turned on her. Shit,” I hissed.

Chase shook his head. “No. This has nothing to do with her. She’s no longer on the case.”

The way he issued the comment meant something else had occurred.

“She will not be taken,” I growled.

He nodded. “No, she won’t. You have my word.”

Sedona

“You were correct in your assumptions, Doctor Willis. Their DNA and every cell within their body is mutating faster every few hours.”

“You can call me Sedona, Marla. I think this constitutes a forced friendship,” I told her, looking up long enough to see her reaction. She was a cold fish, the kind of woman who was likely a ballbuster to men. Especially human men.

The way Marla was looking at me was actually quite comical. She was doing her best not to stare but failing. “Sedona then,” she said.

I returned to the slide under my microscope briefly before shifting my attention to the computer screen. As I engaged the 3-D system just like Daphne had taught me to do, she walked into the room. The smile on her face indicated she was delighted I was using her program. It had already come in handy.

“I have the first few test results back from infusing the cells with the different poisons.”

Exhaling, I backed away from the computer, grabbing the printed documentation. I was aware Marla had moved closer. We’d started with typical diseases and poisons we hoped would work.

“Nothing,” Marla stated after looking over my shoulder.

“We expected as much. If it’s true and the werewolves have been around since the beginning of time, they will be immune to countless diseases and poisons. Just like the Wolfen.”

“Yes, we are,” she reminded me as if telling me I was one of them.

“What is the 3-D system telling you?” Daphne asked. She’d been far too attentive since our earlier discussion. I think she feared I was going to run away.

I’d thought about it, but what good would it do?

He’d come find me.

Jax, my mate. Ugh. I still couldn’t get it out of my mind.

“That everything we feared is accurate. I’ve been able to recreate a couple images, although without having one of the victims here, my findings are totally preliminary. Still, I’ve learned enough to realize the muscles are changing, bones reforming, becoming misshapen.”

“In other words, the victims are becoming werewolves,” Daphne concluded.

“Their entire human form is changing. Into what we can’t draw any conclusions as of yet.” I made the statement even though all three of us knew the answer.

Yes, I was beginning to look outside the box just like my mother had suggested I do all those years ago.

Todd suddenly walked into the room, his face ashen. Both he and Carrie were handling other business as usual in the other room, unaware of what we were working on. I’d simply told him Marla was helping with a case that had perplexed me.

“What’s wrong, Todd?”

“Um, the FBI are here and they need to see you.”

I’d known Agent Drummand was going to show up eventually. I’d thought about what to tell her about Marla, which was much of the same as my assistants had been told. “Take Agent Drummand into my office and tell her I’ll be right there.”

“No. A woman didn’t ask for you. Some guy and he’s with two others.”

A guy. I quickly glanced at Marla and knew she sensed a source of danger.

“I’ll be right there. Keep them in the reception area.”

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