The iron door of the laboratory opened with a dull creak and a woman with silent, sinuous steps emerged from the shadows.Silas let out a cynical smile with an expression of feigned respect appearing on his harsh features.“Welcome, Jasmine,” Silas announced, taking a step back. “The pup is ready for the final touch.”Jasmine advanced with a feline parsimony that made my skin crawl. She wore a dark robe that dripped a scent of dry herbs, damp earth, and sulfur.Her eyes were fixed on me, two dark slits loaded with an ancestral malice. My senses hyper-developed by the serum caught her energy; she wasn't a she-wolf, she was something older, something forbidden.Her nails, elongated and sharp like birds of prey claws, slid along the exposed skin of my bloodied arm, opening a fine groove that made me gasp.“My... what a sexy specimen the desert has brought us,” Jasmine hissed, her tongue flicking across her parted lips. “You have a delicious musculature, Mark. It's a pity all this potency
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