CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO

VENITA:

"I'm sorry about the chains," he apologized, reaching for an oil in the small box I hadn't noticed was placed on the bed. He massaged each wrist with the oil before moving to my ankles, his touch tender and precise, conveying a sense of safety. He returned the oil and sat next to me.

Slowly, I dragged my gaze to meet his, searching his eyes for something. Landon was a master at hiding his emotions, but this time, it wasn't hidden. His eyes held sadness and pain.

"I will start from the obvious. You're a wolf," he announced. "I already told you that during your transformation. Why are you like this?" he asked, "I don't know. We're still trying to figure it out given that your parents weren't wolves, and you weren't bitten. Nonetheless, during when we met, the first stages of carrying out tests on you, we found out that your genetics were mutilated."

"By who?" I abruptly asked, surprised at that information. "If I'm getting this straight, you're saying that you carried out tests