Order of the Wolf

This is my first story on watt pad and I hope you like it. It is a version of little red riding hood with werewolves. The original story was written by me, Dreaming_Of_Tomorrow and one other friend that's not on watt pad. Let me know what you think and please remember to vote, share, an comment. Thanks!

CrazyOwl28

~Prologue - 1974~

In the big city of New York, 1974, the Order of the Wolf - a top secret organization - began experimenting on young children that were abandoned, or left on the streets. They were trying to create a species of superhumans that could become the greatest army ever! They would be unstoppable, made to kill their enemies, and ready to rule the world. They tried all different kinds of procedures and serums, over and over again, but it never worked quite the way they wanted it to. There were always side effects, such as the children's immune systems breaking down, or their bodies becoming deformed, or their brains would become heavily damaged. Unfortunately, the most common effect was death.

I was sitting against a cold wall with some other boys waiting to be called. To be dragged into that room filled with screaming. I didn't want to go in there, boys that were fortunate enough to come back always came out disorientated and rambling on about wolves. One at a time, they were called into that room and they rarely came out. Another boy was called. He was young, but not as young as most of the boys, he was well built and fought to stay away from that room, but it didn't make a difference. He would either die fighting, or become mutated like the rest. More screaming and more names were called. Then I heard something that made my heart stop.

"Nathaniel," called the woman in the lab coat, "Nathaniel Varley."

The hands grabbed me before I had time to move or scream. I was so shocked I didn't realize what was happening until I saw the operating table. It stood in the middle of the room, reflecting the florescent lighting, and made the room look like something out of the frankenstein movie. The table was covered in straps made of some dark material. I kicked and screamed and tried to get out, but these men were so strong, as if they were superhuman themselves. The next thing I knew, I was pinned to the table and the straps were being tightened. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't move. The straps were so tight I could hardly breathe. As I struggled the woman who had called my name came forward. She seemed to be in her late thirties, but her face was pinched and her skin was tight from stress. She looked down her sharply pointed nose at me and said,

"Mr.Varley, it is pointless to struggle, these straps are unbreakable."

She then strutted over to a small table with a bunch of tools on it, things of children's nightmares. Needles, scalpels, an assortment of knives, and a bunch of vials filled with strange liquids. She selected a needle and a vial of magenta fluid. As she drew the needle she explained to me the purpose of the experiment, and that if I die, I can die knowing that I served my country.

"Now, this will just hurt a bit, assuming my calculations are correct," she said with a sneer, "however, if my calculations are wrong, this will be excruciatingly painful."

I had never felt so much pain in all my life. It felt like I was being torn apart. The only thing I was aware of was pain, screaming, bones cracking and reshaping. I guess I was the one screaming. I felt like this would be the end, I was sure I was done for, that this was my end, when all of a sudden the pain stopped. I looked around and saw the bent, twisted piece of metal that used to be the operating table. The woman was sitting in the corner, staring at me with wild eyes. She looked as if she wanted to scream, but was too frightened to move. A moment later, I knew why. I caught sight of something in the small table that had held the women's instruments of torture. It was a wolf, reflected back at me with golden eyes. I tried to scream, but the only sound I could make was a yelp. I had become a wolf. I could feel something rising up in me, something frightening and powerful that seem to take over. I tried to fight it, but it surrounded me, suffocated me. The beast was in control.

I don't remember much after that. All I know is that I woke up, covered in blood, in a dark alleyway, aching all over. I stood up and looked around me. That's when I saw her, she was standing in the entrance to the alleyway looking at me with curious eyes.

"Do you need any help?" She asked me, "you know the streets aren't safe, there was a wolf wandering around here last night." She didn't know what I was. She seemed nice enough, maybe a little younger than me. She was pretty, with deep brown eyes, and almond colored hair. "My name is Sophie, Sophie Baxter." she said. "What's your name?" she asked. "Nathaniel." I responded "My name is Nathaniel Varley."

Sophie was really kind, smart, and funny. She helped me find a place to stay, and helped me find a job. We became friends, and after a few years, it was more than that. She became Mrs.Varley, but she never found out the truth about me. When she got pregnant, I knew I had to leave. I couldn't risk hurting our baby girl, so I faked my death. I miss Sophie, but I have to stay away for her sake, and for the sake of our little Katrina.