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.

are you thinking Melly?" I asked, watching her

can use our magic to work our way into the

then you should go discuss it

is not pregnant or injured. These scientists

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

energetic she gets whenever she has a plan in mind. I sighed, turning my gaze at the television that was

Nelly's POV

I crazy she-wolf. Tell me, why have you come here?" I asked, looking into her eyes as she was being treated

me in silence, looking traumatised, eyes dilated and her skin all

her one of my t-shirts and trousers as soon as the

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

need to wear anything! Can you even understand me?" I asked,

her head at me, thinking I can understand, but then stopped as

frowned, thinking she was making

on the floor all in tears, feeling upset and that 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.

to come here in her own

escape from the science lab?" I asked though I knew she

That

I muttered, reading

she was ready for a command. She responded in a way like there was something familiar for her like that is

at the

took me five minutes to notice a dozen of things from her and I knew I needed to let the alpha

The enchantress's POV