You decided to check out Maker's new accommodations—a surprisingly robust cabin provided to her by Sonoma that the scientist had quickly turned into a makeshift laboratory. You'd been trying to determine what her goals at the camp were when her arm snaked forward and jabbed you with a sharp fingernail, drawing a few drops of blood without so much as asking your permission. She released the blood into a small vial and corked it with an apologetic smile.
"I need to get a good read on your genetic makeup compared to your father's," she said. "That's the main reason I brought you to see me back at the Nail. Most of Williams's tests were specifically coded to his genetic makeup, so I've been unable to replicate the results. Don't you want to unlock your full potential as a werewolf?"
You'd been furious, but there was little to be done. Maker was under Sonoma's protection, and after seeing how well she handled herself in combat back in the Nail, you knew that a battle with her was bound to get messy. Rather than get pulled into a fight, you decided to leave and return to the festivities.
The day was getting late and the shadows had grown long against the unpainted walls of the new barracks when the wolves slowly started filtering into the mess hall for their final meal of the day. You sat down and joined them in a small feast, which was interrupted when a tall blond wolf pushed open the doors, calling for help. He was bleeding from a massive gash in his forehead.
"Gotta help us…" Slayer groaned. "Havok's killing him…." You tried to remember where you'd heard that name. Havok was one of Slayer's friends—from Inferi's group of misfits in the Nail.
By the time the mess hall had emptied out and the wolves had surrounded the training ring where the incident took place, it was far too late. Havok had somehow gone feral and killed another wolf during a sparring match before disappearing into the night.
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