Five Supernaturals

“I’m sorry, Gene what?” Maeve blinked, her brows knitting. “What was it called?”

“Gene YL,” Dr. Vane answered carefully. He glanced at Garrick, then at Tristan, as if weighing how much to reveal. “It’s a genetic marker. A sequence we’ve only ever found in supernaturals.”

Maeve stared at him. “Supernaturals? Are you saying I’m a—” She turned to Garrick, her voice tightening. “Like you? A werewolf?”