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Harry finds his mate

There's no such thing as a werewolf,' Clara Fang told herself savagely. 'I don't believe in that superstitious shit!'

The lab had emptied, everyone had left for the day except for her and Harry Evermore. It had become eerily quiet in the lab, which gave her the creeps.

She consulted the DNA testing results of the blood sample for the fifth time.

'Unable to find a match.'

Clara read further down on the screen and swallowed hard.

'Closest matches: Homo sapiens, .573; Canis lupus lupus, .427.'

Her sample was similar to humans and also similar to wolves. A blend of both — and neither. A mutant.

Werewolf?

“God,” she whispered. It was almost a moan. “It's got to be some kind of mutation. It can't be real.”

“What is it?” Harry queried.

He leaned over Clara's shoulder and peered at the screen. He couldn't speak for several long seconds, and when he finally did, his voice

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