"Not important," snapped the Commander. I was pretty sure that Doctor Gray had a different opinion, but like the smart little minion that he was, he kept his mouth shut. "What is important is figuring out the de-scenter. I've had my people working on it for months, and they are no closer to figuring it out."
There was a long pause in the room, and I felt someone touching my bare arm. My stomach churned at the contact, but since I didn't have anything in it, nothing came up.
"She's mated," said the female wolf. I could feel her stepping away from me as if I was contagious.
"And?" asked both the Commander and the scientist at the same time. "What does that have to do with the de-scenter?"
"It doesn't," stuttered the wolf. "But it means that she has people looking for her."
"Not an issue. No one is going to find her," sneered the Commander. "We have had lots of you freaks here claiming to be mated. But you all die the same way."
