Maverick POV
“So what are you saying?” I asked Rex to clarify what he’d just told me.
I brought a sample of Odessa’s hair and a toothbrush a few days ago. Yes, she had a toothbrush at my house before things went south.
“I’m saying your girl’s a rare species. A sick one too.”
“Sick?” I blasted. “You didn’t say that earlier.”
“You didn’t give me a chance. From the samples you gave me, this wolf is abnormally weak.”
“She’s an omega,” I said. “Are you telling me she’s not?”
“There’s no telling unless I run more tests. I could find out her sickness with a blood sample.”
“Do you know how hard it was to get her hair?” I asked, strained.
Rex held his hands up. “Okay, but I’ve never seen an omega with venom like that. It must be the type of wolf species she is. Nothing in here matches the
