Chapter Nineteen

Bolton was seated on a metal chair which doubled as an examination table in a well-lit laboratory, his chest exposed and wearing only blank pants as strange-looking implants lay visible underneath his skin. The doctor, a tall and burly half-man, half-wolf, with thick dark fur for skin and sharp claws for fingernails moved around in his white lab coat mixing different chemicals and sniffing them, his nose twitching as he worked.

Bolton had once asked him why he couldn't revert back to his human form and found out Dr Charles had been testing some drugs on himself to find a cure for the rare werewolf sickness that plagued their kind after he had lost his mate to it. He had been able to keep himself alive but had lost some of the genetic composition of his human side so he was stuck in his wereshift form.

His mind drifted to a time in his life when he had almost died, if not for Dr Charles. Watching him work, he knew the man was an extremely intelligent scientist and doctor and was also a