The creature wasn’t going to survive. Barely three months into gestation, and already the tiny life force was failing. He could feel it, the same way he could feel the aggression in the werewolves or the deep connection to the earth in the dwarven creatures. He’d had such high hopes for this mating. The grace and harmony of the selkie would have tempered the raw power and voracious killer instincts of the werewolf. Once they’d matured enough to enter his training program, the offspring would have made perfect soldiers. “Terminate the pregnancy, and we’ll see if we can get her healthy enough to try again. God knows, the werewolf is game to give her another go. I promised to give her back to him if he behaved. Stupid creature has no idea what’s really going on here. Such a pity it didn’t work out. Her genetic code may be flawed.” Gruener turned on his heel and strode down the corridor toward his office. The tech scrambled to keep up while his thumbs moved frantically to input the notations on the female’s chart.
