Velvet's POV

At first, everything looked exactly the way it should.

Charts organized by date.

Medical devices neatly arranged.

Heart-rate monitors blinking steady little lights.

Clipboards filled with my handwriting, precise, controlled, professional.

And then there was Zavian.

Sitting in the chair across from me like any other research subject… except he wasn’t.

He could never be.

My wolf reacted to him long before the monitors did.

But I tried to treat him like a normal participant. Like every other test subject.

I strapped sensors to his wrists, to monitor his heart rest and another on my wrist.

I adjusted the monitor on his throat, while trying to explain the...