Maverick POV

“So what are you saying?” I asked Rex to clarify what he’d just told me.

I brought a sample of Odessa’s hair and a toothbrush a few days ago. Yes, she had a toothbrush at my house before things went south.

“I’m saying your girl’s a rare species. A sick one too.”

“Sick?” I blasted. “You didn’t say that earlier.”

“You didn’t give me a chance. From the samples you gave me, this wolf is abnormally weak.”

“She’s an omega,” I said. “Are you ...