The Girl
The Girl
Werewolves worship the Moon Goddess…
At least, that’s what one of the other ‘lab rats’, the other werewolves captured, told her… he’s gone now.
“The Moon Goddess gave us our wolves, and she gives us our mates.”
That's what he’d said.
She’d never met her wolf, she’d told him.
He’d been horrified at the thought. Him, a man who’d been tortured, starved, and experimented on… but it was what had been done to her that broke him.
He hadn’t wanted to end up like her.
That’s what the Hunters told her when he didn’t come back to his cell. He'd found a way to kill himself.
She’d really liked him. He’d been the first fellow ‘lab rat’ in a long time.
She’d been here so long, she didn’t remember anything from before.
She didn’t even have a name.
He'd had a name… it was Thomas, she thought.
She’d asked Thomas once, before he died, if maybe the Moon Goddess had taken her wolf away as punishment.
He’d said the Moon Goddess wouldn’t abandon her like that.
The door at the end of the hall creaked open.
“Goddamn… It’s disgusting in here.”
She didn’t recognize the man who spoke, but she did recognize his companion. The others called him ‘Bill’.
Bill was one of the crueler ones. Where most of the humans in this facility just did their jobs, conducted their experiments, and left her to her misery with a cold, albeit disgusted detachment, Bill was one of the ones who took pleasure in her misery. She had more 'accidents' when Bill escorted her to the lab.
More bruises, more busted lips, more broken bones, more handprints marking her skin.
“Is this the girl?” The newcomer asked.
“You see any other filthy bitches in those cells?” Bill asked, sneering in her direction.
“Guess not.” The other one shrugged. “I just figured a werewolf that survived so many experiments for so long wouldn’t look so… pathetic."
She glared at the men.
She was well aware of how she looked.
Dirty.
Scrawny.
Feral.
Pathetic.
Weak.
It wasn't by choice.
"None of the experiments at my old facility has lasted more than a month.” He smiled cruelly at her through the bars as they stopped at her cell.
Seems like this one was like Bill.
“Maybe we just have more fun in Texas.” He laughed as he unlocked the gate, and she tensed.
“Don’t underestimate the lab rat, Carson. She might look half dead, but a rat still has teeth.” Bill chuckled.
She stopped herself from baring her teeth. Her tongue ran over her fangs in anticipation.
“You’re not gonna give me any trouble, are ya Darlin’?” Carson crooned at her. “You don’t wanna make it hurt any more than it gotta right?” He opened the door, brandishing a syringe.
She knew what was in that syringe, a noxious mixture of silver and wolfsbane.
“Now be a good girl and put on these cuffs so we can getcha down to the lab.” Carson tossed a pair of silver cuffs into the cell.
She shuffled forward, eyes downcast, and reached for the cuffs.
Carson smirked and stepped forward, letting his guard down.
So she attacked.
She launched herself at Carson, knocking him back against the bars and knocking the syringe out of his hand.
“FUKKIN BITCH!” Carson screamed as she latched onto his forearm. He'd blocked her from tearing out his throat with her teeth. She tore a good chunk out of his arm instead.
Bill laughed as he kicked her in the ribs (the ones he'd broken the day before) and tossed her back.
The pain took the breath out of her… or… maybe a rib had punctured a lung… she couldn’t breathe.
“Told you,” he chuckled down at Carson, “The rat’s got teeth… Hey- hey wait!”
But he was too late, Carson had retrieved the syringe and stabbed it into her neck, pressing the plunger down the whole way.
The pain was instant, blinding, as if acid crawled through her veins and destroyed everything in its path.
“God damn it, Carson, that’s too big a dose! You’ve fucking killed her!”
"So?" She heard Carson cackle.
"So, where we gonna get another fucking lab rat that'll last that long?! Fletcher's gonna be pissed!" Bill's voice faded away as she lost consciousness.
This was it?
She was dying?
Alone?
No wolf?
Not even a fucking name?!
Just a lab rat, dying in its cage?
No. Fuck that.
She wanted to breathe fresh air.
She wanted to feel the sun on her skin.
She wanted her wolf.
She wanted her mate.
Moon Goddess…I don’t want to die!
