Amaya's POV 

 The lab door closes behind me.

 And all I can do is pray my mates are smart enough to see the trap before it's too late.

 But knowing them?

 They're walking in anyway.

 The door to the lab hisses shut and I'm strapped to an examination table before I can process what's happening. The restraints are reinforced—designed for enhanced subjects. No amount of struggling will break them.

 Dr. Voss enters, pulling on surgical gloves with practiced efficiency.

 "This would be so much easier if you'd cooperate," she says, almost conversational. "The extraction process is painful. Sedation helps, but given your enhanced healing, standard dosages won't work properly."

 "You're...