(MAYA)
"I'll try to be gentle," I whisper to the wolf on the metal table.
He is tied down with the same iron clamp as in the cell we still share, six months later. He growls, and I see the pain in his eyes as I administer the dose.
Stepping back, I wait and study his vitals. There's only a slight change. Not enough.
Glancing over my shoulder, I see Cassian watching me. His brows knit together as he frowns, and he shakes his head in disappointment. "You said you were sure this time."
"I said that it might work," I respond tightly. "I don't have his medical history. You won't let me draw his blood. How am I supposed to work under these conditions?"
Cassian steps toward me threateningly. "You don't need any of that. You have the original formula. You just need to create something to reverse it and test it on him."
