with the metal in his limbs. At least that's Hawke's take. He wanted to know why Damian had been exposed to the virus without first checking to see if he was immune. According to Bartholomew, he and Hawke had a long, somewhat testy conversation about it."
"Oh? That's not like Hawke to get involved."
Silas agreed. "That's what made me think all of this could be connected somehow."
"What? The itching and Damian not being infected, or Hawke taking on an Alpha for his son?"
Silas smiled. Hawke had done what he would've done, asked the Alpha questions. "The itching, Damian not being affected. Could be targeted to older male full-bloods. The question on the table is, what can be fashioned to provide that type of results?"
"Huh?"
"If the virus causing the itching is not chemically based, and based on the bloodwork from the infected, it's not. In fact, the doctors can't find any reason for the itching." Silas paused to let that sink in. "Tell me, what else can selectively target its victims and not leave any footprints?"
Angus sat thinking for a moment. "Herbs? Crystals? Plants? A combination of any of those?"
Silas pondered Angus' suggestions. "Something to think about. I'll have Hawke look into those possibilities. Right now this isn't a national emergency and Bart has things under control, but that can change in an instant. More full-bloods can be infected than we knew."
Angus nodded.
"Use your knowledge of crystals and herbs, see what you come up with. If we understand what was used to cause this effect --"
"We can create something to stop it. I'm on it." Angus paused and looked at Silas. "Are we sure this isn't something the government's testing, wouldn't be the first time."
Silas released a sigh. "No, I'm not sure. But I'd hate to mention to them that there's something attacking us that doesn’t impact them. They have enough ideas on shutting us down without me sharing this. And if it's something they're working on, no need to validate how well it works."
Chapter 10
Dr. Gem Okla snapped the chart closed and forced down a sigh of frustration. Nothing she'd done or suggested made a difference. Her patients were getting worse. If she didn't make progress, Alpha Bartholomew would change his mind and appoint a full-blood doctor to oversee this case. She refused to allow that to happen after spending the past ten years working in human hospitals. She’d howled at the moon with joy when the call came to work here. All of her prior attempts for a position in a full-blood clinic had been turned down until this crisis.
"Any progress?" Anna Morgan asked, coming up behind her.
Gem forced her face to remain neutral as she turned to meet the sly gaze of the uppity full-blood. "Nothing since this morning. Everyone's resting but the virus continues, their wolves are agitated despite everything we've done to calm them."
"Have you ran the Ispis test? Alpha said La Patron sent instructions for us to…"
"I've run every test," Gem said, her tone hard with exasperation. Closing her eyes, she exhaled and opened them slowly. "I apologize, didn't mean to snap, but we've done everything... everything. I've consulted with Hawke and Dr. Passen in La Patron's lab. Believe me, they're just as stumped on this as we are."
"I'm sure you're doing your best, Dr. Okla," Anna said in a sugary tone. "Since there's been new cases, Dr. Conner will be arriving this afternoon to open the new clinic Alpha has secured. With the addition of a new ward and more cases, I'm sure you'll agree we've outgrown this location."
"Yes, of course." Gem forced her tone to remain calm and professional when what she really wanted to do was snatch the woman off her feet and slam her fist into her condescending smile.
"Now that the threat of contagion is over, Dr. Conner will be in charge of the clinic, please make sure all files are available for him to review. Alpha has forwarded him your reports, but as a well-known specialist I'm sure he'll want to make
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