CARDAN MONTESSORI
Worth Saving!
The room was too white…
Too sterile…
Too damn quiet…
I stood by the window, staring at a skyline I didn’t recognize, while Paedyn lay on the examination table behind me. Machines beeped. A soft hum from the lights buzzed overhead. The doctor cleared his throat.
I turned.
His face was tight. Too tight for someone about to say anything good.
“You found something,” I said.
He nodded slowly. “We ran extensive blood tests. Her condition is rare. And aggressive.”
My stomach tightened.
“She has something we call Hemovitis-Lykaen,” he continued. “It’s a degenerative mutation found in extremely old werewolf bloodlines. Very few still carry it. Most don’t even live long enough to activate it.”
“Activate?” Paedyn echoed.
“It lies dormant,” the doctor sai
