CHAPTER 182
The lab reeked of chemicals and blood. Its marbled floors gleamed under the cold fluorescent lights, and the concrete walls carried the echo of Giordano's voice as he barked orders.
"Bring her to the Pit. Now!" he snapped, his tone cracking through the haze of smoke and fear. "And you—" He pointed at the scientists frozen by their stations, "get blood samples from her, every possible reading. I want full monitoring on her vitals when she's settled."
The great white wolf lay sprawled across the floor—Melisca—her massive body still, chest rising weakly. The air around her shimmered faintly with residual heat, as though her transformation had scorched the very space she occupied. Her claws had gouged deep scars into the marble, and streaks of her own blood glistened across the floor like spilled paint.
