Less than a year ago, I had made the mistake of eating in my work station. I was eating some hamburger meat that was processed by Reiden Global. I should clarify that Reiden Global is a meat supplier that uses D grade beef from a feedlot that raised their cattle on pesticides. At the time I was eating this delicious hamburger, I was studying the DNA between a wolf and a dog. As I went to go another DNA sample, I must have bumped the DNA I was working with onto my hamburger and as you can probably guess, I ate the hamburger with the DNA sample on it. You're probably wondering, how could you not notice that you knocked over wolf DNA on your food? In my defense, it was like three o'clock in the morning. Look, all I know is that when I woke up the next day, I wasn't me. I was someone else. I was someTHING else. The chemicals from the pesticides and the wolf DNA did something to me. I became one of man's best friend. I became. . . a wolf.

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"I don't understand why I had to fly halfway across the world, Monseiur Dalvane." I spoke to the French black person that was guiding through the Tokyo Ambassy.

"You are aware of the recent animal attacks." He said, his accent thick.

"Of course, that was what got me onto the plane to come here because I was told I could help solve this problem. But I was expecting to go to some animal sanctuary, not some federal building."

"I am assembling a team and I will explain everything shortly, Miss Rycho."

"Monseiur Dalvane, you don't understand. I can't be around any other people. My condition. . ."

"I know about your condition, Miss Rycho and so do the rest of the team. Trust me. I'll explain everything shortly." I sighed and clutched my laptop bag strap tighter.

"So who are the other people on this team?"

"Abraham Kenyatta, a safari guide. Jackson Oz, an expert on animal behavior. Jamie, a journalist and Mitchell Morgan, a veternarian pathologist."

"Wonderful." Dalavane opened a glass door for me and I stepped through the door into a conference room where four other people were sitting at the table in the center of the room. A large African man with deep soulful brown eyes had to be Abraham Kenyatta. The man next to him with dark brown hair had to be Jackson Oz because he didn't look like a Mitchell. Which meant the man with the light brown shaggy hair and glasses had to be Mitchell and the woman was Jamie Campbell.

"Who's this?" Jackson asked.

"This is Miss Callana Rycho. She is a major in Animal Science Management and Behavior and zoology, specifically feline and wolves. Please, take a seat." I made my way to the far side of the table across from Mitch. As I was taking my seat, I couldn't help but keep my eyes on Mitchell. It took me a second to realize that I was staring and I quickly tore my eyes away from him and sat down. "Greetings. I apologize for all the cloak and dagger. The five of you are here because your suspicions over the last few weeks are correct. You are all aware of the lion killings in Botswana and Los Angeles. But there have also been a series of dog attacks in Slovenia."

"And Japan, hundreds of bates swarmed a plane and brought it down into the ocean." Jackson added.

"In Jakarta, three Sumatran rinoceros turned over an SUV belonging to a family of Norwegian tourists. The rhinos waited for the family- father, mother, two children- to exit the vehicle and trample them. In Wuppertal, Germany, six brown bears came out of the Kothen Forest, making their way to a playground in mid-afternoon. The massacre that followed left seven children dead and fourteen injured. Taken individually, each of these incidents can just be seen as a horrific, tragic event. I believe. . . they are evidence of something else."

"And what is that exactly?"

The global pandamic that your father believed was about to emerge. It appears. . . it has arrived."

"Sorry, his father?" Mitch inquired.

"Professor Robert Oz."

"We're all here because the scientific theories of a notorious crackpot are now coming to pass?"

"Watch it, scrawny." Abraham threatened.

"Mitch Morgan, as advertised." Delavane said.

"This is all very interesting and definitely disturbing, but none of this proves anything." Mitch said. "Certainly not the coming of the animal apocalypse."

"That's why I had Monseiur Alves bring the six of you together."

"Six?" I asked. "I'm not good at math or anything but I only count five at this table." That was when the door to the conference room opened and a tall blonde women walked in.

"This is Chloe Tousignant. She will also be working with you."

"Hello." She greeted us.

"Oh, great, another French person." I sighed, placing my face in my hands.

"Miss Tousignant will functiono as my proxy." Delavane said. "As my eyes and my ears. Every decision that is made will go through her. Miss Tousignant. . . is in charge. Something is most assuredly going on out there. All we want is for you to figure out what it is. Before it's too late."