The Wolf In Me

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.

I asked, watching

started, then stopped for a moment before continuing the sentence, "we can use our magic to work our way into the scientist's building.

you should go discuss it with the alpha,

injured. These scientists managed to injure the strongest of us, have you noticed? Like they know each and everyone who lives within these walls!" She took a few steps

good one!" She

has a plan in mind. I sighed, turning my gaze at

Nelly's POV

have you come here?" I asked, looking into her eyes

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

t-shirts and trousers as soon as the doctors left

clothes on the floor for a moment, then

feel the need to wear anything! Can you even understand me?" I asked, noticing how confused she was looking

was gibberish talk. She shook her head

you?" I frowned, thinking she was making fun

is when I realised what the problem was. Being 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.

if she managed to come here in her own

escape from the science lab?" I asked though I knew she wouldn't

the wall. That is where I realised she had a tattoo with the number forty at the top

muttered, reading it.

in a way like

I said, pointing at the

notice a dozen of things from her and I knew I needed to let

The enchantress's POV