Chapter 79 - The phone call

Within the laboratory's walls, the bubbles within the beakers were in perfect symphony, and microscopes were focused on a small rectangular surface. Doctor Matthews was at the center of the apparatus. He padded over to the microscope, trying to focus the lens and look into it. After a while, he would shift his attention to the beaker and insert more chemicals inside causing more bubbles to rise to the surface of the liquid. "It's an exogenous reaction," he whispered to himself and slumped to a chair adjacent to the table were the apparatus are placed. "Everything is wrong. How do I synthesize the lycanthropic blood cells with mine?" He stretched his right arm and remembered the event that took place in his house a few week ago. He had invited the cloaked man to his mansion and while the man was addressing him, they heard the sound of books falling. The cloaked man had gone up to his room to check the cause of the noise. All would have been fine but for some droplets of blood that