The drawer slid open on silent, oiled tracks. Inside rested a single, black leather-bound ledger. The cover was entirely blank, devoid of the meticulous numbering Damon used for his other experiments.Fennigan lifted the heavy book. He flipped open the thick parchment cover, his silver eyes scanning the first page.The Alpha went completely, terrifyingly still. The pale, fluorescent light reflected off his soot-stained face as a cold, horrified understanding washed over him."It's not a pup," Fennigan whispered into the freezing air. "And it's not one of the silver-haired replicas."Jax slowly stood up from the sea of scattered files, his chest heaving. "Then whose is it?""His," Fennigan answered, turning the leather-bound book around so Jax could see the intricate, hand-drawn anatomical sketch of a wolf on the page. Above the sketch, written in Damon's unmistakable handwriting, were the words: Subject Prime - Autologous Replication."He tried to clone himself," Fennigan explained, h
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