Claire's POV
I sit in Martinez's command center, my hands steady on the keyboard even though my heart is beating so fast it feels like it might explode. Eight months. Eight f*****g months of pretending to be his loyal little analyst while he hunts down people like me.
The irony would be funny if it wasn't so damn tragic.
"Claire, pull up the biological data from sector seven," Martinez says, pacing behind me like a caged animal. The blue glow from the screens makes his face look like a corpse.
"Yes, sir," I say, my voice perfectly calm. Professional. The way a good little human analyst should sound.
I pull up the data, and my stomach turns. Every chemical compound, every genetic marker, every weakness he's catalogued. It's like a f*****g hit list for werewolves. But what he doesn't kn
