~ ZEV ~
Zev clenched his jaw. This was going to be the easiest, but the most distasteful of the things he had to do in the coming days.
The pathetic mess of a Chimera that was the lowest wolf in the pack, cowered in front of him. His name was Grahm. He was a male who'd been one of the Poor Ones—made with a higher percentage of human DNA than wolf, but with the wrong gene exchange. And in his case, the already flawed recipe they'd written for him was founded on weak human DNA and low-level wolves. His body was weak, and his mind not much better.
