No one knows how it started. Domestic animals began to go wild, reverting to their primal states and lashing out at their owners. Felicia Owens, CDC scientist in Los Angeles, was attacked out of the blue by her cat. Now, Felicia is fighting bouts of irritability, anger, and outright primal rage. When others begin acting in a similar way, Felicia realizes that she needs to figure out what’s going on and how to cure it before it’s too late. Maybe it already is.

Primal Instincts

‘Mess’ didn’t even begin to describe how the inside of the restaurant looked. By then, cops had arrived and they were questioning the staff and customers about what had happened, but when they tried to question Felicia, she was adamant that she wasn’t going to be answering any questions except those that came from Detective Reynolds. 


At this point, there weren’t a lot of people that Felicia knew for sure that she would be able to trust. 


It didn’t take Sebastian long at all to arrive at the scene, and when he got there, officers were cordoning off the building’s perimeters in yellow tape. 


Sebastian made a beeline for Felicia, and she thought for sure that she was going to invoke his full wrath until she saw the worry that was etched on his face. 


“Are you hurt at all?” He asked as he gently gripped her shoulders, and Felicia shook her head. “I’m fine, Kirk and Eddie are too. But…” 


“You’re probably going to want to look at the dead body that’s in the alley.” 


Chapter 37