Chapter thirty-five

“That was quite insane,” muttered my wolf. Ramanov wrapped his arm around me holding my waist and dragged me out of the cage.

It was the third time one of the creatures had reached out to me, and I couldn't scrabble the blocks together, it was either

he was creating them or helping them. But from his side of the story, he was a scientist that tried to probe into their cell degeneration and did his best to cure the mutation.

“It called out to me.“ I told Ramanov and he let out a chuckle,

“That is not possible.“ He concluded as he ran his gaze through my elbow to see whether I was injured and if there is a scratch.

“You should get that treated, once we're in the pack house.“ He said and his eyes were marred by indifference.

“I'm fine.“ I said, if not for the beautiful emerald gown I was wearing that got stained, and the little stutter, trying to gain my feet and my breath to equilibrium, I was fine.

“ I want to apologise, maybe I shouldn't have brought you here.“ He said, but the