Human turned Werewolf (Extremely slow updates)

Chapter 9

Experiment six-two-six POV

The night passed slowly, with me getting nothing but a wink of sleep. The adrenaline from the day prior has worn off, leaving my body tired and thoughts scattered. I listen to the faint sound of water dripping in the darkness, each drip echoing off the bar-cement walls.

My stomach twists with worry at the thought of what today might bring. I've been trapped in the cell for what feels like an eternity, my thoughts constantly battling against the raging war in my mind. The only way of knowing of the outside world I had came from the subtle shifts in the air and the muffled sounds that occasionally reached my ears.

The thought of my capture and the uncertainty of my new situation weights heavily on me. I know nothing about this pack that has taken me in. Are they friends or foes? Could I trust them? The night they captured me is still fresh in my mind. The sound of their paws thundering against the forest floor, their growls echoing within my ears, and the feel of their hot breaths against my hind paws cause a shiver to race down my back. And yet I can't help but wonder what role I might play here.

My thoughts swirl with uncertainty and anxiousness. The questions about the pack and my place among them were like uncharted territory. But suddenly, my train of thought derailed as the jingle of keys and the faint but unmistakable sound of footsteps echoed through the underground corridor. My ears perked up, and my heart raced with fear and curiosity. Who could it be? The pack or maybe someone from the facility? What if they contacted them and let them know I was here?

Instincts kicking in, I silently press my body against the corner of the cell, trying to get as far from the door as possible, my fur bristling with readiness. As the footsteps drew nearer, the scent reached me before I saw them. It was a scent unlike any I had encountered before in my life. Earthy and musky, with a subtle hint of sweetness, it was a fragrance that seemed to envelop me, almost intoxicating in its allure. I immediately recognized it as the Beta's scent from the other night; my heart races for reasons that puzzle me.

Confusion mingled with undeniable attraction as the Beta and another pack member rounded the corner and approached my cell. Their faint silhouettes became visible as they drew nearer; I watched them with curiosity and caution. The Beta's scent seemed to hang in the air like a blanket of damp earth after a rain spell, its lingering temptation pulling at something deep within me.

The uncertainty I felt about this pack and my role among them grew as they came closer, and the scent of the Beta only added to the complexity of my emotions. I couldn't quite grasp why I was drawn to him, and my mind struggled to process these newfound feelings as I prepared to follow them to the Alpha's office. My thoughts again shifted at the idea of being in front of the Alpha.

Emerging from the forest, we return to the pack house. Walking through the front entrance, I'm ushered up the same stairs I was led up days before, but instead of going to the left, we go to the right. Walking short of the stairway, we stop in front of two wooden doors. Ears twitching at the new sounds, I watch as the Beta knocks on the door.

"Enter." A deep voice says from behind the door. With a stern look, the Beta tugs on the rope slipped onto me, urging me to go inside. My heart races as I take a deep breath and enter the Alpha's office. Taking a deep breath, I make my way in, stopping when the Beta stops in the middle of the room.

Stopping abruptly, I freeze when the Beta stops me in the middle of the room. The Alpha sits behind a massive oak desk, his presence imposing as he stares at me with narrowed, scrutinizing eyes. His son stands nearby, observing with a curiosity that seems kinder than his father's.

"shift." The Alpha's strong and cold voice breaks the silence in the room. His eyes locked on me with unwavering intensity.

My heart sinks as panic bubbles up from within me; confusion and fear cloud my mind as the Alpha's command echoes through the room. "Shift," he demands again, his voice cold as ice.