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“Someone sent it. We just don’t know who, but we’re pretty sure it’s because when Paul bit you, you didn’t die, and you didn’t turn into a cur.”
Reese touched his shoulder. “Is that why you said I wasn’t human?”
“Yes.”
“What am I?”
Seung made a pointed look at Reese’s bowl.
An empty bowl.
He set it aside. “Can I…”
“Sure.”
He moved to the edge of the mattress and reached to place a hand on the wolf’s shoulder, but the area exploded into particles, and his fingers passed through without resistance. Then the shape returned when he pulled away.
“That’s…” He did it again. “That’s…” And again. “I have no idea what to call it.” But all the things it could be made his breath quicken and his heart race. To think, a whole other life form. How did it evolve? Did it reproduce? What kind of social structure did they have and what…
More particles burst into stardust.
What was it made of?
Reese hadn’t felt such exhilaration since…
The first day he’d taken part in the destruction of innocent lives.
Including Koda and his betas.
Of all the people in the world, he didn’t have the right to ask questions about the Fenrir, let alone search for the answers.
Reese put the bowl on the tray and tucked his hands in his lap. “I guess we’re square.”
Seung watched him with concern.
Reese feigned a yawn.
“Why don’t you get some more rest.” She patted him on the leg. “Johnathan has a few questions of his own for you later on, if you’re up to it?”
Reese slid back under the quilt. “Sure. As long as there’s no oatmeal involved.”
Seung chuckled. “If food is required, I’m sure I can find something more appealing.” She collected the dishes and headed to the door.
Only then did her wolf follow.
* * *
Frost sat on the opposite side of the table in front of Jonathan and said, “Any updates?”
Johnathan poked his steak with his fork. “Seung said his fever finally broke.”
“Took long enough.”
Almost three days. “Jamie cooked up a bowl of oatmeal and considering none of us will touch that shit….” Maybe now that Johnathan knew Dr. Dante would be okay, he could sleep.
Frost took a bite of food. “No fever and eating. Sounds like he’s okay.”
“Yeah.” Johnathan cut his steak.
