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"What the f**k do you mean I'm a wolf?" I asked Taryk through our mental connection as he got in the van's front passenger seat. "Just what I said. You're a wolf this time." No freaking way! I looked down at my feet. Definitely not big cat paws. I tried to speak. It certainly sounded like a dog trying to tell its owner that he was an i***t. "Atlas, what the f**k is going on?" I asked. "Come back to the lab. I forgot to mention some things about your medical chart in all of the ruckus surrounding Kiema," Dr. Atlas said. "Any word on her, Xander?" I asked. "Not yet, Ransom." His voice was flat, almost devoid of any humanity whatsoever. We were all feeling her loss. Like the sunshine had gone out of our lives, we were living in the shadows. The only thing that got me out of bed wa