Phoebe walked down the hallway passing various labs before reaching the one she wanted. There she found Mona at the desk preparing samples of some sort for the sequencing machine. Phoebe didn’t know what any of the equipment was for and didn’t bother asking.
“Hello Luna,” Mona greeted.
“Hello,” Phoebe sighed, sinking into a seat.
“So what can I do you for?”
“What are you doing?” Phoebe asked, her curiosity getting the best of her.
“Processing blood, tissue, hair and saliva samples from the rogues. I’m trying to isolate where they came from.”
“Any results?”
“For this batch, no,” Mona sighed. “But if it follows the pattern of previous attacks…then most of these wolves probably started off some fifteen hundred miles from here.”
“Really?” Phoebe asked, looking at the map Mona had on t
