The Obsidian Covenant #1: The Rejected Mate's Ruin
He hadn't sat since they pulled her off the dais six hours ago.
"The cellular regeneration is... anomalous," Wolfy said. His voice was flat, stripped of inflection to hide the tremor in his throat. He tapped the datapad. "Normal tissue repair involves cell division. Mitosis. This..."
He enlarged the scan.
"This is fusion," he whispered. "Her cells aren't dividing. They are condensing. They are pulling ambient matter from the air and converting it into biological mass."
"English, Wolfy," Barzil rumbled. The Commander sat on a crate by the door, his sword across his knees. He looked like a statue carved from exhaustion.