Spy Wolf | ✔

Chapter Twenty

He was alive.

The stupid mutt was still alive. That was years worth of emotions lost! Call me cold, but refraining from feeling anything prevents you from suffering from an emotional disaster. It keeps your fragility in check and protected.

His bare hands wrapped around my wrist, a devilish smirk on his features. He had surely gotten the reaction he wanted from me. I'd call my own self a liar if I said I didn't want to slice his head clean off his body. On a cold night like this, I'd be nothing different from the weather. I'd like to blend in with it right now.

"I wonder what you're thinking," the wolf boy in front of me began to speak. Oh gosh, whenever they start to talk, they make it more painful than just killing you right there and then. So I rolled my eyes, earning a chuckle from both of them.

"If your son didn't die," I concluded. "Why'd you kill my mother?" My jaw clenched after I asked the question. The older man chewed his inner lip, looking thoughtful.

"I take everything into consideration." He pulled a chair I hadn't noticed was there, and sat on it while his son sat up and stared at me with his dark, calculating eyes. "I run a factory, well that's what people are supposed to think it is. But we're actually testing out some of our theories on subjects."

"Human subjects," I intervened, correcting him. He laughed, genuinely. 

"The tests are actually for werewolves, but we don't want any fatalities, so we were using the humans as test data... That is until your pack came and interrupted us." I stared at him in disgust.

"You do know that humans have a right to live, just as much as we do."

"You won't understand. This is for the betterment of our species!"

"So what did my mother have to do with this?" The man smiled, seeming quite proud at the moment.

"She was our first werewolf test subject. And if it makes you feel any better, even if she did die, the experiment did work." His son chuckled next to me, smiling widely, just like his father. 

"It's a pity we had to kill her," he whispered in my ears. I sighed, ignoring them now. My mother was simply a lab rat to them and nothing more. How was I supposed to feel about that? Now that he led us into his trap, what were we supposed to do now? Then it struck me... if my mother was a success, he'd need more wolves to distribute the successful results. I doubted anyone would take these willingly, so they used my mom as bait, and led the pack's warriors here. 

And here I was, at the hands of these two cold, and evil creatures.

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~Gabriel's P.O.V~

I stood in the dense forest, wondering what just happened. Sam was gone, along with that one person I thought I knew. And here I was, alone in the dark. Should I go back? I turned to the right, watching the path that led back to the direction the others were. Or should I follow the direction Sam went... I could still smell her fresh, addictive scent along the small ferns where I stood. 

I ran to the left instead. Sam was still human; my father and the others could defend themselves better. The ground became damper as I ran, my shoes squishing the sand below my feet. I had no idea where I was going, but soon, an old broken down hut came into view with lights seeping out from the inside. I quickly dodged behind a tree, not sure what I was going up against. 

There weren't any signs of movement, so I inched a bit closer until I reached the door frame... There wasn't any door. I peered inside, seeing Sam seated on the floor, next to what seemed like a young teenager, and the man we saw on the screen. They seemed to be conversing, but Sam seemed completely spaced out. I was never interested in the training my father offered me, and now I was regretting my own actions. I couldn't just walk inside there, and I barely knew how to fight. And I doubted reasoning politely wouldn't help in getting me out there alive.

"Gabriel, hiding out there wouldn't help your little friend," a voice from inside said. I peered around the door frame again and noticed the elder man smiling in my direction. "I was expecting you," he said with a shrug. My lips parted, unsure of what to say. I was made out, so I simply walked in, like a deer caught in headlights. "Come and sit," he invited, seeming so genuine, it was scary. I only took two steps further, but I didn't sit. I wasn't going to condone his sick hospitality. "Suit yourself," he shrugged. "You know, while all of us are here, I might as well clear the fog." Sam, whose head was done, looked up with curious eyes.

The younger wolf smiled as if he knew what was coming. He then looked at me, sardonically showing his teeth. His blithe attitude was so annoying.

"Have you ever wondered what happened to your father?"

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I know this is short! Don't complain, but as I've said, I have exams, so this is a treat. I promise a longer chapter next time. Love you!

Taja D'amore.