Chapter 2

Sarah

Three hours later, the Mitchell Institute's emergency medical team arrived on scene.

I held the still unconscious werewolf tightly as medical personnel connected him to various monitoring equipment. Even in his unconscious state, his features radiated a primal, untamed beauty that made it impossible to look away.

"Sarah, are you certain this is the 'breakthrough' you mentioned?" Director Williams had come personally, his voice laced with doubt and tension.

"Trust me, Williams." I handed him the blood test report. "100% immunity rate. This isn't coincidence."

After reviewing the report, shock flashed across Williams' eyes. "If this is real..."

"It is real," I stated firmly. "I witnessed his transformation with my own eyes. This man possesses perfect gene fusion capabilities."

Back at the institute's biosafety zone, I accompanied the medical team as they settled him into the highest-grade sterile isolation room.

Through the observation window, I watched him lying on the white hospital bed, breathing steadily, his wounds healing at a visibly accelerated rate.

"Dr. Mitchell." Williams' voice came from behind me. "From now on, his designation is A-001. He may be humanity's last hope, and I need you to take full responsibility for his research and monitoring."

I turned to face him, feeling both excited and anxious. "Yes, Director. I'll monitor him 24/7 and ensure his safety."

"Not just safety." Williams' expression grew serious. "Sarah, if he truly possesses the abilities you described, then he represents the hope of all humanity. Make sure he survives, and make sure we can find a way to save the world through him."

I nodded, feeling the unprecedented weight on my shoulders. "I understand."

After Williams left, I sat down at the monitoring station outside the room and began establishing a detailed file on A-001.

My fingers flew across the keyboard, recording every detail: approximately 6'2" tall, perfectly defined musculature, amber eyes, and that astonishing transformation ability.

For three days, I barely left the monitoring station. I watched him rest quietly on the hospital bed, tracking all his physiological indicators.

His metabolic rate was three times that of a normal human, his cellular regeneration capabilities were remarkable, and most importantly, the Helix-7 antibody concentration in his blood remained consistently at 100%.

On the evening of the third day, while organizing the day's observation notes, I heard a slight movement from within the room.

I looked up to see his eyelids fluttering.

My heart immediately raced as I rushed to the room entrance. As I entered through the security door, I saw him slowly opening his eyes.

Those amber irises gleamed under the sterile lighting, carrying an irresistible allure. This wasn't a child's gaze, but the deep, magnetic stare of a grown man.

His eyes locked directly onto mine, as if he'd known all along I would be there.

"You're..." he spoke, his voice deep and sensual, nothing like the youthful tone I had expected. "Sasa?"

My heart nearly leapt out of my chest. "How... how do you know my name?"

He slowly propped himself up, sitting on the edge of the bed. Even in hospital clothes, the masculine energy radiating from him was suffocating. "Don't know... just feels right to call you that."

His answer confused me further, but I forced myself to remain professional. "I'm Dr. Sarah Mitchell, responsible for your medical care. How are you feeling?"

"Sarah..." he repeated my name, each syllable like a caress to my heart. "But I prefer calling you Sasa."

I struggled to control my breathing. He possessed a primal magnetism that made even a typically rational scientist like me feel dizzy. "Do you... remember what happened before?"

He nodded, his expression growing complex. "I remember the pain, the taste of blood, and... your warm hands."

Not knowing how to respond, I maintained my distance and continued questioning. "Can you tell me your name and age?"

He thought for a moment. "Adrian. My name is Adrian. I am 15."

"Alright, Adrian. I need to conduct some basic tests to understand your physical condition."

Over the next hour, I witnessed the most astonishing learning miracle in human history.

I showed Adrian basic vocabulary cards, and he grasped their meanings almost instantly. Complex sentence structures, grammar rules, even abstract concepts—he could understand and apply them all in remarkably short time.

"This means 'hope,'" I said, pointing to the word on the card.

"Hope..." he repeated, then looked at me. "Sasa, you are my hope."

My face instantly flushed. His directness left me flustered, but what shocked me more was his speed in learning language.

"Your learning ability is extraordinary," I said, trying to change the subject. "It's unprecedented in humans."

Adrian suddenly reached out and gently gripped my wrist. His hand was warm, his touch perfectly calibrated, but the contact from this werewolf made me freeze completely.

"Sasa, don't go," his voice carried a plea. "I don't want to be alone."

Looking into his eyes, I saw loneliness, yearning, and an intensity that made my heart race. This was definitely not a teenage's gaze, but a grown werewolf's desire for a woman.

"I... I need to record my observations," I tried to pull my hand away, but his grip tightened.

"Then promise me you'll come tomorrow?" He stared at me. "I need you, Sasa. Only you."

Faced with his smoldering gaze and deep, magnetic voice, I felt an unprecedented pressure. But I couldn't deny the stirring deep within me.

"I..." my voice trembled slightly. "I'll come tomorrow."

Only then did he release my hand, his face showing a satisfied smile. "Thank you, Sasa."

I practically fled the room, leaning against the corridor wall, breathing heavily.

This isn't right. This is completely wrong.

He was supposed to be just a research subject. I should maintain professional distance. But why was I developing these complex feelings for him? Why did every glance, every word from him make my heart race?

I looked down at my wrist where he had held me, still feeling the lingering warmth of his touch.

Adrian didn't just possess perfect gene fusion abilities; he possessed a lethal charm. This attraction wasn't just from his appearance, but from that raw, pure masculine energy he exuded.

I knew I was crossing boundaries, but I also knew I would appear punctually at his room tomorrow.

Because I could no longer resist.