Yet even there, with his forehead warming the glass beneath it and his nostrils huffing air into condensation butterflies, after he’d had to run out of the room like a child, he didn’t really believe any of it. For that he’d have to see it. He’d have to know it, sample it, study it, and even thenMatthew wasn’t sure he’d draw the conclusion of what they were trying to tell him. Viruses, disorders, mutations: yes. Men who turned into wolves…men with fur—