“Try not to breathe too deeply,” I said.
“A little late for that.” She let out a weak laugh. Not wrong. I looked toward the window. The full moon hung above the trees now, pale silver bleeding across the snow. That made the compound worse. Full moons already heightened wolf instincts naturally.
If the attackers had engineered something to amplify hormonal response during lunar exposure … This was deliberate biological sabotage. A sick kind of warfare. Marybeth slid slowly down the wall until she sat on the floor. I moved toward her immediately, despite myself.
“Marybeth.” I made her look at me.
“I’m okay.” But I could tell that she wasn’t. Her pupils were dilated now. Her skin flushed. And the dangerous part … I could tell her judgment was slipping. Hell, mine was slipping! The compo
