Chapter 1

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MIA

I pulled my knees to my chest as I laid my head against the glass behind me, my mid length golden blonde hair wet from my sweat after hours of endless torture, my body physically exhausted.

"Okay, she's had enough for one day. We can continue this tomorrow," spoke Melissa from behind the glass in front of me. She scribbled something down on her clipboard before setting it on the large metal desk in front of her, popping her pen back into her lab coat pocket.

Panting heavily, I glared at the group of scientists who stood before me, watching and analysing me as if I was some sort of specimen.

To them, I was though.

I didn't know exactly how many days I had been trapped behind the glass, being constantly poked and prodded by the humans. They were desperate to find out more about my kind, and I had heard them mentioning my age a number of times over the years.

"She's a werewolf, she'll heal quickly. We have time for at least one more test," encouraged Greg, making his way up the steps, standing at the door of my glass container.

"No," I mumbled, wiping my soggy hair out of my face, scrambling away until I was sitting on the opposite side of my container to the bald headed man who had opened the door and was now approaching me.

"Stop it, you're scaring her," announced a young woman from the corner of the room, her face contorted with discomfort as she watched my shaking form flinch away from the scientist in front of me.

"Right, Lily, don't start. You're just an intern, so I suggest you keep quiet if you want to keep this job!" replied the man in front of me, shooting the young female a warning glare. "Think about how frightened everyone would be if these creatures were still out roaming the streets! They aren't human! You must disassociate yourself from them."

Lily cleared her throat awkwardly, looking deeply into my dark brown eyes, sighing heavily. "Surely you don't think you've got them all? There are bound to be more, probably right under your nose."

Greg rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "Yes, and that is why we are conducting research on the ones we have captured- until it is easy to pick them out from the humans. Then we can put an end to their abomination of a race! They are not normal!"

"Is there no way we could do this a little more humanely? These creatures are suffering," spoke Lily, causing all of the scientists in the room to shake their heads. They murmured between themselves, looking the new intern up and down with dismay.

I had never seen her before, so I gathered that she was new, but I appreciated her efforts to reason with the scientists. However, I knew that there was no point.

I had given up trying to reason with them years ago after they ignored my constant begging and pleading- eventually just becoming a broken shell of my former self who rarely spoke or showed emotion.

"If you can't take what is about to happen then I suggest you leave Miss Studdon, but with this attitude you will not last very long in this profession," Melissa replied, her voice laced with spite. "Remember, you've also signed a non disclosure agreement, so none of this can be spoken about outside of this building."

Lily nodded once, sighing before gesturing towards my large glass container, regretfully urging the scientists to continue.

I gazed up at Greg in front of me as he slowly approached me, his hands held up defensively.

"Careful Greg," whispered another scientist warningly, causing me to sigh to myself. They knew I was far too weak to fight back, and even if I was physically strong enough, I was broken. I didn't see the point in fighting anymore.

When I had first arrived, I would constantly shift, almost killing a few scientists in a terror-stricken frenzy, but after years of constant testing, they discovered my weakness.

Silver.

They were more than proud of themselves once they discovered that it was my downfall, and even poured themselves a few glasses of champagne to celebrate. It caused all hope of getting out of here to dissipate, along with my spirit.

Every couple of days, I would be pinned down and injected with small amounts of silver, keeping me weak and unable to shift, but not enough to kill me or leave me severely injured. It burned me from the inside out, and felt as if my muscles were being ripped apart slowly.

"Tell us how you heal so quickly," demanded Greg, glaring down at me with pure hatred.

I remained quiet, refusing to make eye contact with the man in front of me, unsure of what he wanted me to say. I was a werewolf. There was no secret as to why I healed. It was obvious.

"Tell us, dammit!"

The loud voice bounced off the glass walls, echoing around me, causing my ears to ring slightly.

Greg crouched down in front of me, pulling a small scalpel from his pocket, grabbing my arm and yanking it towards him, causing me to whimper in pain.

"Melissa, ready with the timer?" called Greg, his eyes lingering on my already scarred wrist as he pressed the scalpel into my arm. He slashed my skin open before quickly backing off and slamming the door behind him, running over to join the other scientists.

I hissed in pain as I watched my scarlet coloured blood trickle down my arm, pooling underneath me on the floor.

"Hmm, it's taking a little longer this time," spoke a scientist, watching me intently with narrowed eyes.

I clutched my wrist to my chest, squeezing my eyes shut, trying to hold back my tears, but eventually, I let them fall. I sobbed at the back of my chamber, feeling the pain start to subside as my skin knitted itself back together slowly.

"Okay, that was fifty eight seconds," said Melissa as she scribbled down some notes on her clipboard again. "A normal healthy werewolf would heal a lot quicker than that, but she's taking longer and longer to heal each time we conduct this experiment."

Greg scratched at his stubbly chin, shaking his head. "She's getting weaker. Let's up her meals to two a day for the next few days and see if that changes anything. I want this information to be as accurate as possible."

I watched as the handful of scientists quickly left the room, switching off the main light as they closed the door, plunging me into darkness.

I was fully alone, and at night was when it all started to sink in.

I remembered going to bed at the age of fifteen. Nothing had seemed out of the ordinary.

However, when I awoke, I found myself trapped in my large industrial glass chamber, being gawked at by multiple humans in long white coats, recording me with tiny video cameras.

I had been subjected to years of torturous tests, confused as to why they saw me as such a monster when I was just a scared young girl. I didn't want to cause anyone any harm.

I was now what I believed to be twenty, and although I never got used to the pain, it was a daily routine for me. I was used to it. I knew that I would be subjected to it until the day came where they decided they had enough information, and it was time to kill me, which I was actually looking forward to.

It would be a privilege to escape this so called life of mine, knowing that anybody that was once searching for me, had most likely given up now, and I was probably presumed dead.

Suddenly, my eyes snapped open as the sound of the large bolted door creeping open echoed through the room, causing me to shake, wondering if the scientists had decided to return and conduct even more torturous experiments.

I peered through the darkness, furrowing my brows to see Lily making her way over to me, shaking her head at me to remain quiet when I quickly opened my mouth to speak.

"Don't say anything, but don't worry. He's coming. We're going to make sure you're okay."

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