ALLE
Two days of running the same goddamn test and I still can't believe what I'm seeing.
I lean back from the microscope, rubbing my eyes until stars burst behind my lids. The results don't change when I look again. Still there. Still impossible.
Ten's across the lab, organizing our results with that meticulous attention to detail that makes him a good assistant. Kid's been quiet for the past hour, letting me work through whatever mental breakdown I'm having.
"Miss Alle?" His voice is careful, like he's approaching a wild animal. "These results... they're not normal werewolf markers."
I freeze, my hand stilling on the sample slide.
Fuck.
The kid's too observant for his own good.
"What makes you say that?" I try to keep my voice neutral, but there's an edge there I can't quite hide
