Novel & Cerita Uncover Novel Genetic Data

"Whose was it?" Nobody answered. The machine did. A new name appeared. GENETIC CONTRIBUTOR: UNKNOWN. Ava stared at the screen. Unknown. Then another line appeared. SECONDARY CONTRIBUTOR: SUBJECT ETHAN. Everyone froze. Ethan slowly looked up. "What?" Ava turned toward him. The machine continued. GENETIC OVERLAP DETECTED. Ethan's face became pale. "No." Adrian stepped closer. "That's impossible." Ethan stared at him. "Explain."

“Do you still have the data card you took from her study?” I nodded, fished it from my boot. He plugged it into the laptop Marcus had rigged up—no satellite, no signal, just local data. Lines of encrypted text spilled across the screen. A folder blinked into view: Phase Two: Live Protocol. My stomach dropped. Ethan clicked, revealing experiment logs—subjects, dates, genetic codes. “Subject A‑17,” he read. “Male. Engineered from genetic match pair J‑A.” “Julian and Aria,” I whispered.

The research and development wing was a hub of creativity, with laboratories equipped with advanced equipment for genetic analysis, data processing, and experimental studies. I met Dr. Owen, a brilliant geneticist and researcher who was at the forefront of our pack's scientific advancements. He explained how they were leveraging modern technology to uncover the mysteries of werewolf genetics, enabling us to better understand our strengths, weaknesses, and potential. Dr. Owen's passion and dedication were contagious, and I felt a renewed sense of wonder at the possibilities that lay ahead.

I asked. Bennett’s eyes settled on me. “They’ve flagged a secondary dataset embedded in the archive.” My attention sharpened. “What kind of dataset?” “Medical.” The word landed differently. Heavier. Closer. My grip on the notebook tightened slightly. “Define medical.” Bennett didn’t hesitate. “Patient histories. Genetic profiles. Long-term tracking.” Silence. Then— “How many?” Jaxon asked. Bennett glanced at the file in her hand. “More than we expected.”

"They didn't wait for the data to leak. They followed us." ​"They aren't here for the facility," Eniola said, her voice dropping to a sharp, tactical pitch. "They’re here for the Masterpiece files. Silas told them the Lagos site held the genetic mapping for the entire 'Beta' generation. If they get those files, they can find every other child he hid across the continent." ​Julian slammed the SUV into gear as the rest of them piled in. "Where are the files, Eniola?" ​Eniola reached into the hidden lining of her blazer and pulled out a small, jagged piece of hardware. It wasn't a standard thumb drive; it was a neural-link core, the kind that required a Vane’s biometric signature to even power

"No. But her presence here works beautifully in our favor." He turned his torso toward a massive, sealed glass bio-chamber in the center of the laboratory. Floating within the central digital display was a highly encrypted, state-stamped asset file. Lorrie Elmundo’s face was splashed across the screen, flanked by decades of medical charts, localized fingerprint scans, and an advanced, multi-layered DNA sequence map. Every single line of genetic data was aggressively highlighted by a flashing, crimson notification: GENETIC COMPARISON: MATCH CONFIRMED