The Wolf In Me

Chapter 31 Subject 40

Part 1 Successful experiment

Lylah's POV

"Lylah, Lylah, hey," Melody said, waking me up into consciousness.

"Ah, my head. Where am I?" I asked with a wobbly voice, bringing my hand upon my forehead.

I realised I was on the cold floor, just before the stairs. My vision was getting stable again and that is when I recalled the moment I fell.

"Ugh, I'm sorry for scaring you. I need to go check out my arm. It hurts," I muttered, trying to gather myself up.

Melody helped me stand on my feet and walked me to the hospital. Thanks to the brilliant architect for making it connected to the main packhouse, it took a few minutes for me to arrive.

"Oh, for the love of Goddess, what happened to you this time?" The doctor said, turning around to close the door with my record file in her arms.

"I think I heard a cracking sound coming from my arm. It must be broken."

"Well, let's see," she said examining my arm.

"And your skin?"

"The wolf that attacked the packhouse came from behind me and scratched at me," I said, lifting my shirt with the healthy arm.

Melody was quietly listening to our conversation and I noticed her staring at nothing like she was in deep thought. The doctor patched me up, sanitized my wounds, corrected my broken arm tightening it up with plaster for me, then left Melody and me alone for a while.

Melly?" I asked, watching

continuing the sentence, "we can use our magic to work our way into the scientist's

discuss it with the alpha, see

or injured. These scientists managed to injure

be a good one!" She continued, now kissing my forehead, "I will

door I chuckled, thinking how energetic she gets whenever she has a plan in mind. I sighed, turning my

Nelly's POV

why have you come here?" I asked, looking

just stared at me in silence, looking traumatised, eyes dilated and her

of my t-shirts and trousers as soon as the doctors left

stared at the clothes on the floor for a moment, then looked me

anything! Can you even understand me?" I

She shook her head at me, thinking I can understand,

thinking she was

behind bars was not what was making her feel that way. I realised she was a product being used by Dr Write and I felt pity for her. She was not taught how to speak, or how to do her daily needs. Wearing clothes was not in her instinct, but she was created as a weapon. They made her

to come here

I asked though I knew she

resting against the wall. That is where I realised

muttered,

and gaped at me like she was ready for a command. She responded in a

I said, pointing at

to do my best from my end. It only took me five minutes to notice a dozen of things from her and I knew I needed to let the alpha know so that he

The enchantress's POV

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