Didi Dexter Laboratory Novels & Stories

She couldn’t help but feel that Saxum might just be acting based on false information he was brought up to think was the truth. “The three scientists you’re working with - where are they?” “In their lab.” “And where is that?” “It’s accessible by an inn, owned by a lycan named Vent.” Greg immediately refuted, “That’s a lie. My people searched that place. There’s no such room.” The flowers made Saxum clarify, “It’s an underground lab that’s only accessible through their freezer. The keypad is on one of the shelves, hidden by blocks of cheese. Maybe that’s how your people missed it.”

Roll-up banners and flower baskets lined the sides of the hall, promoting the various industries under the Devereux Group: gene sequencing, targeted drug research, neuro-interventional devices. Avery’s pace faltered as she passed one of the banners. There, in the "Early Partners" column, was the name of her parents’ lab: Clair Laboratory. The font was small, followed by a bracket: (Closed). Those words were a needle, piercing her heart with clinical precision. That was her incinerated life, now serving as a mere decoration on the Devereux family crest.

Fenrir: I peered through the narrow gap between two containers, watching Dexter climb into the rear compartment of the vehicle with the silver briefcase held tightly against his ribs. "He is moving the serum," I shouted over the noise. Shit, shit, shit. My hand tightened on the grip of my gun as the engine of the truck roared to life. Damon slammed a fresh magazine into his receiver. His eyes scanned the layout of the bay carefully. "The main garage door is opening behind them."

SYDNEY As I entered the dimly lit laboratory, a knot formed in the pit of my stomach. The sharp scent of chemicals invaded my nostrils, and the cold, sterile air sent a chill down my spine. Sebastian, with his unkempt hair and intense gaze, stood at the center of the room, surrounded by his team of researchers. They clustered around a glass enclosure, their eyes fixated on its contents. Anxious anticipation mingled with dread as I approached, my curiosity warring with a growing sense of unease.

"OK, I love you, and I'll see you tonight." "So where's Dexter going to get a car from?" I focused my attention back on Ava after ending the mindlink. "I don't think we're even allowed to own cars in here. I mean, I barely see wolves owning phones." "Dexter is one of the people that study in the college dominated by humans, so I'm pretty sure he has access and permission to drive a car." "Oh." "Yeah, he's studying to be a doctor, which is a very useful occupation when it comes to the pack, so it's very encouraged."

I nodded, trying to keep my worry at bay. As I walked out of the clinic, the uneasy feeling settled deeper into my bones. Something didn’t feel right, but I didn’t want to jump to conclusions. Maybe she just needed some time away, but knowing Elera, that seemed unlikely. If anyone knew where she was, it would be Dexter. With a determined breath, I headed towards Dexter’s place. I reached Dexter’s house, noticing that the door was slightly ajar, which was strange. Dexter was meticulous about security, never leaving anything open or unlocked considering his huge secret, that he was a hollow wolf.

LEVEL 50 - APPLIED SCIENCES DIVISION The Board’s applied sciences lab was a sprawling, sterile white room filled with holographic drafting tables, quantum processors, and the brightest, most morally flexible minds in Coldwater. Right now, they were huddled in the center of the room, surrounded by four heavily armed Iron Wolves. Dax walked through the automatic doors, carrying the canvas bag. I was right behind him, flanked by my father and Reaper. Dax didn't give a villain monologue. He didn't gloat. He walked over to the main holographic projection table, swept a million credits' worth of delicate optical equipment onto the floor with his forearm, and gently set the bag down.

Blaze, interjecting on his behalf, plays ignorant and suggests, “It probably might be coming from the kitchen, I believe.” “Well, species like us are heightened to the scent of the humans.” Alexa, with her heightened senses, scoffs at Blaze's response, implying that their supernatural lineage is attuned to human scents. Her mocking smile sends a wave of nervousness through Dexter, who reaches for his glass of juice but accidentally knocks it over, causing the liquid to spill across the table.