Prologue
This is Book 2 of a series that begins with "Into the Wild: A Werewolf Love/Need Story"; however, the first book is not required for the continued story. Note that Book 1 is only available on the Inkitt app.
You can’t run from trouble. There ain’t no place that far. -Uncle Remus
The compound at Charleston was quiet. There was no need to have a curfew as most people understood it was best to stay inside during the hours of darkness. Furthermore, food service was cut off early to encourage people to go back to their individual homes and apartments.
The only people awake were patrolling the walls, listening to bugged apartments or in the padlocked basement where Collins and his men were currently congregating. They had a new project. The last wolf they had captured had died on them two months ago. It had taken a long time to capture a new one and weaken it to the point where they could work with it.
The bastards were tough and strong as hell. After several days without food, though, they could be handled. They knew that men must be able to be turned into werewolves. They must. But they didn’t know how to go about it. They had tried time and again and failed.
When they started the project, they mostly used derelict people they found wandering on their patrols outside the compound. They had run out of them quick. None were successful. Collins felt that they were already in a weakened state, so maybe they could not be turned. He had started taking young, fit ‘volunteers’. The volunteers were told their families would be well looked after if they stepped up. If not, the compound didn’t have much room for them and their two kids…
So, they stepped up. Many stepped up. But they died. Eventually. It was a mystery Collins was determined to solve. With their own band of wolves, they could be unstoppable. They could get back what was lost. They would get whatever they wanted. If only they could solve this one mystery. Sure, the cost was high. But so were the rewards.
“Keep your eyes on the prize,” Collins told himself failure after failure, death after death…
