His alpha had a firm leash on his temper, but it was notoriously short. This particular group of scientists was clearly trying the limits of his patience. “The cage is integral to our purposes, you see.” The old human kept his eyes down, his posture relaxed, and used no sudden hand gestures to punctuate his argument. No movements to trigger a defensive and potentially violent response. “We need tissue samples.” “Plenty have been taken, but if you’re in need of more, our teams can hold the zombies.” Seth ground out his assurance. True. Seth himself had held one or two of the mindless dead while Danny had taken the samples. As shape-shifters, they were immune to the zombie virus that could turn the human scientists into the very blighters they were trying to study. “But if your people hold the zombies, they’ll kill them right away.” A young woman stepped forward, right up to the quarantine line, too fast in her urgency.
