Chapter 11

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George's POV;

They separated us to calm down. These scientists seem to be way nicer than mr. Psycho.. They made sure I feel warm enough and gave me a meal.

Ever so often I could hear Dream being a little crybaby. He'd whine his lungs out in the cage he was in, banging on the bars and trying to pull them apart so he could slip through. Something about his behavior seemed similar to me.














  
   
   
  
   
    
   
   
   
  

"George!.. No George! Give me back my son!" yelled my mother as my father was separating us. He wanted me dead. He wanted to get rid of me and my brothers to 'make better litter' with my mother instead.

"You're being too soft with them, they can't even protect themselves! My children are supposed to be WARRIORS! They're supposed to be Alphas, you dumb whore!"

I never liked my father because of this. He'd always yell at mom and be harsh at us, fuck he even let out his anger at her.

He killed all my siblings except for me, leaving her really heart-broken. With all her strenghts she had left from being abused over and over again, she formed into a white Protector wolf and took me into her mouth, running away from that place.

We stopped in a dark alley. She was exhausted and I needed to get fed. She laid in the corner and rested while I got my so-needed meal.

The murderer I call my father appeared in the shadows. He marched closer and wrote the dot behind my mother's life sentence. I tried not to whine out loud, so I quickly crawled behind her lifeless body. He searched the area for me, but soon enough gave up. Oh mom..

I laid next to her body for days. Occasianally I used to get small meals from her, but when the source ran out, I was too broken to go and hunt for myself.

Laying there in the dark, starving, a tall man with long hair came up to me.

"Hey, you good?" he asked.

"Mom.." I murmured. He said something about me being a poor orphan and took me into his arms.
























  
    
    
   
   

Dream's eardrum-breaking call snapped me out of thoughts. I looked towards his cage. He was speed walking from side to side, letting out whined with a worried expression on his face. But suddenly, that white-black wolf formed into a black goose.

























   
    

The world around me was pure black. No features, silence, almost unbreathable.

I looked at myself. At first, I saw nothing. I blinked my eyes and white feathers of my wings started to appear in front of me.

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