The Experimental Mate (in editing process)

The Event

Tori's pov:

Most people wouldn't survive what we do. They don't know half of what happens and something tells me they never will. It isn't a striking difference in society, it's a totally different universe from regular society. All women are to be in the programs while the men make up the pack. Women are to serve and produce heirs. Men are to protect and provide. That's the way it's always been. It's just the way things are.

"Let's try this again. How many babies have you had?"

"I told you... I've had nine." I muttered, hearing nothing but my own shagging breaths and the ringing in my ears. A quiet but high pitch ringing like a dog whistle began to go off once more and my body to tensed for what was to come.

"That is incorrect. You have birthed none." The doctor said once more. This time, he flipped the dial up five more waltz causing my body to go rigid before seizing once more. I believe it's safe to assume the high-pitched agonized scream was my own. A burning fire made its way through my body before it became numb once more and all lights fell out.

I sat alone on a floor of darkness with shadows surrounding me. My wolf lay locked and chained against the ground in the far corner. They found a way to keep us separated. Sometimes I think she's just a figment of my imagination. There are iron walls that set between us. It was cold. I don't like it here. My wolf doesn't either. I can see her beautiful brindle fur shiver from the cold. I do get to see my babies though. They all lay in little cribs. No sound ever leaves them but the tussle of blankets from their movements. I walked forth to the last one, mourning yet another beautiful baby I'll never get to truly meet. I lost her two weeks ago during correction time.

All the babies look identical to me due to the doctors using my own marrow and chemicals to make their formula for the experiment; that women can get pregnant on their own and produce more advanced children. I don't know when they began or when they plan to end it, but something tells me I'm not leaving here any time soon. The doctors try to protect us from our deaths, every day that goes by. They say that over time the women catch a disease called twenty which eventually kills them. Those girls are never seen again. There are quite a few loonies from the outside who do nothing but scream and rant about how messed up this place supposedly is while fighting the doctors. I don't believe it though. It's the way of life, they said so. I've been here since I can remember, and they've never once been or acted like those loony outsider girls say.

My babies have a full head of dark brown to black hair, brindle like my wolf, with black eyes and red skin. I gently grab the smallest, the newest, and hold her quietly in my arms. I didn't cry. I didn't feel the need. I'll bring one along someday but, in the meanwhile, this'll do; Holding them in peace. I soaked up all the time I had left with her, looking at the beautiful blue eyes staring back. After a few minutes, bright lights shone in my eyes from who I can only assume were the doctors, Mrs. Gio and Mr. Noah.

"Welcome back, Eighteen." Mrs. Gio whispered, moving the iv that was in my arm, so it wrapped around the shackles that kept me held down to the chair. "We're giving you much needed nutrients so you can heal faster. We need you to be healthy and looking happy for the event!"

As soon as she talked of the event, my emotions flared. Excitement but also terror swam around my head like a cat and mouse chase, though I didn't show it. We get to interact with other werewolves and serve them. It's strange because all the women with the disease seem to have the moon Goddess on their side and are 90% more likely to produce one more baby from whichever male picked them. The deal is if it's a male, it goes with the man and mother. If it's a female, it stays with the program. The mother, however, is all set to leave and live happily ever after. If you aren't chosen, then you spend an extra year with the facility and slowly but surely die of the disease.