The Hunt

Chapter 34

Many studies have been conducted over the years on the possible uses of medical devices and sciences. We have researched the effects of certain chemicals and how they react with the lycan brain. There is hope that in the years to come, this research will aid in our hunts.

Hunter’s Codex, hunter’s code of conduct, pg. 978

I felt so empty. It was so weird, like someone had ripped my soul from my body and everything I was feeling was outside of me. Was that even possible? A groan escaped my lips as I lifted my head. It was heavy, full of lead and my vision swam as I pried my eyes open. The shapes and colors, all blurry and distorted so I couldn’t make out what was in front of me.

The only thing I could really get a good grasp on was the deep sense of dread, that something was terribly wrong. 

“You’re awake?” 

The voice came from somewhere off to my side. When I tried to turn my head and look it wasn’t that surprising to find it restrained. Just a tug of my arms and legs proved the same result, I was strapped to a chair of some kind. 

The shape of a woman came into view, blurred around the edges. I tried blinking the blurriness out only to succeed in getting a slightly better view of her brown hair and white coat. 

“Don’t worry, the grogginess will let up here in a few minutes and your vision should return before then. Tell me, what do you feel?” Her voice was clinical sounding, as though we were sitting in an office and she didn’t have me drugged and tied to a chair.

When I opened my mouth to speak, a croak was the only thing that came out.

“Ah, I apologize. One moment.” Her blurry silhouette disappeared momentarily. She came back holding something up to my lips, it looked like a glass of water.

I turned my face away, not trusting anything she had to offer. 

“It’s only water. I need you to answer a few questions for me.” Again, she spoke formally.

Placing the rim of the glass against my lips, she tilted it up some. The cool liquid ran across my mouth and out of instinct I opened and took a large swallow. It burned my parched throat and I took a few more gulps, realizing just how thirsty I was. 

“Good girl. Now, tell me how you feel.”

I blinked a few more times, my vision starting to clear. Already I could make out some defining features of my captor. Like her large hook nose and thin lips. “Like shit.”

She wrote something down on a pad in her hands, moving to sit at a desk just at the edge of my vision. “Anything else?”

“Who are you?”

“It doesn’t matter. Tell me, are you feeling lost? Broken?” She watched from behind what I could now tell were thin wire framed glasses.

“Sure, all those things. So who are you? Where’s Cassy?” I was particularly concerned about that last question. After holding me at gunpoint Cassy made me drink lord knows what out of a small brown bottle she had placed on the bar. It was disgusting and I couldn’t remember anything after that.

The weird lady just ignored my queries and wrote some more in her little notebook. “Tell me, where is your mate?” 

“What?” My brain was still fuzzy and what she was asking didn’t make sense.

She looked back up at me. I could see clearly enough to know that what she was wearing was a lab coat and that she must have been some sort of doctor or something. All I knew is the questions she asked made me feel alot like the experiment.