The Wolf In Me

Luka's POV

"You are lucky I am tolerating you being alive! Don't make me change my mind!" I growled with my silvery-blue glowing eyes at the scientists, holding my hands around their necks, pushing them both against the wall.

With both arms I lifted them, causing them to choke and struggle as I watched them suffer as long as I could.

"Alpha, I think that is enough. If you kill them we won't get the answers that we need," Jake said firmly, holding his hand around the metal gate, keeping it open.

Letting them go, they fell heavily onto the ground, coughing and struggling to bring back their natural colour on their faces.

The enchantress was calmly waiting for everyone to settle down sitting on a chair right opposite the dirty toilet installed in the cell. Nodding at her to start working her magic into their disturbed minds, I walked out of the cell and waited outside next to Jake.

I watched her close her eyes and concentrate for a moment, then as she opened them, her eyes settled on the younger scientist named Jaxon. As she chose to pray, her mind locked itself into his, causing him to forcefully remember what she needed to see.

The enchantress's POV

My mind was intertwined with Jaxon's as I entered into his past. Our bodies became one, being able to see from his point of view. He was able to control himself and my eyes and ears were just there to listen.

"Jax, where are you going dear?" A voice of a woman called from behind.

He turned to look at her as I started to feel his emotions gathering up into a ball of thorns being pushed onto his skin.

"Mother," he started, sipping his last bit from his glass of water. "To work of course. I will be back by tomorrow, I promise. I got promoted and a colleague of mine is going to explain my new job."

I felt his heartbeat getting faster as sweat gathered under his armpits and hands. He was lying, and whatever he was covering was something big.

Feeling myself shift into another memory, my eyes or rather Jax's, landed on a key he was pushing into a locked entrance. At the sound of the door unlocking, he walked us into the science room full of bright light, silver trays, other unrecognisable equipment that are frequently used by doctors or scientists alike.

"Why are you in there?" A familiar voice asked from the other side of the room.

Merging from the shadows, Brian showed up all covered in dry blood, looking tense. His eyes locked with ours as he waited for Jax's answer.

me to bring a pipette for subject 36."

Biorn spoke again, looking slightly upset, yet holding his

such equipment you were informed that you had to go to room A2, the one next to the engine room.

sighed, knowing he could not escape from this and

heart transplant and I..." he

his emotions rise at the mention of his mother and fought

to steal a heart from us and you thought we

moved closer to Jaxon, threatening him with a knife

permission, I will make you watch your mother being shredded into pieces, before I take your eyeballs out, making sure your

his hands shake with fear, leaving the room in a rush.

shit,

long corridors, punching a fist against the

looking at an old man in

Write," he said

Dr Paul Write," Jaxon uttered, feeling

come with me?" Dr Paul asked, studying

started to walk back, following

us?" Dr Paul asked looking at the floor as we walked

"Six months."

I could feel Jaxon think that. Waiting for Dr

We have a few things to

Dr Paul placed a glass of whiskey towards me as he sat down right opposite,

stopped for a moment to think, "not what you think it is for. You came in here hoping

him moving his whisky towards his eighty-year-old lips, listening to his sipping and swallowing. My eyes still

first wife was diagnosed with lung cancer. Being a doctor myself, I did everything I could to save her. She was the world and the core of my life, but with all my efforts, she still died in my arms at only fifty. As doctors, we think we know it all, right? But no," he moved his index finger in a 'no' motion at me, carrying on with the

he chuckled, then sipped

throat and as he motioned for me to join him, I reached for the cold glass, nodding in acceptance. Sipping down the whiskey, I felt my throat squeeze, making me cough. The doctor eyed me for a moment, then placed his empty glass on