Derek's POV
The coded message from Elena hits my comm unit like a punch to the gut. I'm standing in the main hall, watching pack members set up chairs for the ceremony, when her words stop me cold.
"Biological warfare. Genetic targeting."
"f**k me," I whisper, reading the message again. "f**k me sideways."
Marcus looks up from his laptop. "Derek? What's wrong?"
I show him the message. His face goes pale. "s**t. That explains why the recovery rates have been so inconsistent."
"It explains a lot more than that." I run my hands through my hair. "Martinez isn't just trying to kill us. He's trying to make sure we can't fight back."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean our fighters are compromised. Half of them are still dealing with genetic modifications designed to weaken them."
"So what do we
