"Explain," Kade demanded, his tone brooking no delay, and the doctor nodded gravely, glancing first at Marcus before unwrapping the cloth just enough to reveal the envelope's sinister red dust without risk of exposure.
Dr. Alaric leaned in, his weathered face darkening instantly.
"That…" he muttered, straightening with grim certainty to meet Kade's gaze.
"It's an alchemical compound, engineered specifically for wolves, triggering uncontrollable rage in high-ranking ones like her; for ordinary pack members, it will be mere berserk episodes, but for a Luna with such a potent wolf…" He hesitated, the weight of it coiling the room tighter. "It could fracture the mind permanently between human form and beast."
Marcus stiffened, horror flickering behind his stoic mask. "You're saying she could have gone feral?"
"Yes," Alaric confirmed, the single word dropping like lead, and Kade fell utterly silent, his hand slowly curling into a white-knuckled fist as the doctor continued carefully.
