14

Justice slammed his fist on the desk and glared at the phone he’d just hung up.

Some new hate church had taken to the airwaves to rant about how New Species were

animals, not people, and referred to the NSO as nothing more than a private zoo. It

made his blood boil.

No Species had asked to be genetically altered with animal DNA, it hadn’t been a

choice they were given, and their only so-called crime had been to survive year after

year of abuse at the hands of scientists, doctors, and researchers who used their bodies

to create drugs to help humans. Not that they got much appreciation for any medical

advancements their suffering had provided.

The door opened and Tiger popped his head in cautiously. “I could hear you

snarling from next door.” He edged inside and closed the door. “Are you all right?”

“It’s just a bad day.”

“That’s not unc