The Primals (Book 3)

Chapter 1

Both of my parents had been born full blooded werewolves. So what was wrong with me? My mother assured me that in my own time I would change and I would be made whole. I waited and waited and nothing. It was finally decided that I was a normal human. As I progressed through life and turned into a teenager I soon found myself having mood swings more so than a normal teenager. My parents decided to medicate me, they thought I was bipolar. It wasn't as if I would be happy, then angry, then sad. My emotions usually toggled between happy and angry. Never the less, my parents tried to medicate me with some heavy drugs.

I remembered feeling dizzy and hazy all at the same time. Most times it was like I was drifting through a dream. My parents thought I was dangerous. Dangerous?! Oh for heaven's sake! They were werewolves capable of more violent actions, than I could ever have dreamed of. I wasn't even able to attend high school due to my parent's...growing concerns. I was also so heavily drugged that I could barely keep my eyes open, or breathe on my own, thus I had to be put on a oxygen machine, just so I could keep living.

-Unknown POV-

I remember when I first heard about her. Born of pure blood werewolves, but somehow fate and natural selection had not been so kind to her. I had heard of rumors of how violent she was. My fingers gently grazed the brownish gray news paper. This human had been put under heavy medication for attacking a human boy. This boy had been foolish and had had the nerve to say something about her being filthy, next thing he knew he was flying through a wall. But apparently she didn't give up there, she went after him. The newspaper clipping showed the body of the boy laying there on the floor, and the hole in the wall. I wanted her. She was strong and a protector. Certainly her parents wouldn't know what to do with her. A smile spread across my lips thinking of bringing a guardian into the house. We needed a guardian; the last one had been killed in a brawl with some werewolves that we had housed in the gardens and greenhouses. I wondered how hard the parents would put up a fight to keep their illegitimate daughter. They were werewolves after all.

-End POV-

I moaned out, not in pleasure but in absolute annoyance. I was still being heavily medicated and I could barely move. I had barely enough strength to press a button when I needed assistance going to the bathroom or getting a drink of water. I felt like they were dosing me with something that they would give a large animal. In fact, I was certain that's what they were doing. It was apparent that the parental units didn't want me causing harm to anyone else. They said it was for my own protection. I begged to differ. I used the majority of my energy just to move my dark brown hair that was plastered all over my sweat covered forehead. I suddenly became very sick, and realized I was moving. Not that I was being moved from my rolling bed, but that someone was pushing it. I attempted to look up to see who was pushing my bed, but immediately regretted it as a wave of nausea hit me, I quickly closed my eyes and squeezed them shut feeling my stomach to flips. I moaned quietly and pushed my face further into the pillow. It was then that I heard the voice whisper. "Shh, stay quiet. We're getting you out of here." The deep voice said. I kept my eyes closed.

Luckily for me we came to a stop in one of the underground garages. I moaned out again as I was lifted and carried into the ambulance. I was set down and the IV's with the drugs were removed from my arm and a new IV was inserted. "N-noooo!" I managed to moan out. "Shhh, it will counter-act the drugs." He said his thick Russian accent coating every syllable. I felt the ambulance lurch forward as we drove off, no one expecting much.

-Unknown POV-

"Viktor!" I called out looking up from the papers on my desk. In came a large hulking man. The man was the size of a freight truck. Okay, well not actually that big, but you get the picture. "You're majesty called?" He asked, his voice dripping with his heavy Russian accent. "I need you to go and secure this." I said holding up the most recent photo of the girl, she was covered in IV's and tubes and she looked completely out of it. "They have her at the local hospital, under a heavy dose of valium. Make sure you give her enough fluids and electrolytes to counteract the effects of the drugs. I want her coherent by the time she wakes up tomorrow." I said setting some papers aside on my desk. "Of course." Viktor said and then was gone in the blink of an eye.

-Viktor's POV-

I was certainly surprised at how easily, with flowers in hand that I was able to get into the hospital. The scent of death a fecal matter was heavy in the air and I needed to find the girl my master wanted. What was so special about her anyway? He probably saw some use for her. She appeared to just be a normal human to me. I could hear her heart thumping dully and slowly in her chest. I could smell her even before I got out of the elevator. How long had she been on these drugs anyway? I quickly walked to the nurses' station and spied a nurse in her late twenties. I smiled to her and then looked back at the door to the girls room, the door room was labeled 'Quarantine'. "I'm here to visit my sister." I said and then from there I quickly charmed my way into the young nurse's skirt.

From there it wasn't too hard to gain access into the human's room and then take her from the hospital. I could tell that the frail human was sick and sick to her stomach. I just prayed she didn't throw-up, blowing my cover. The boss wouldn't be happy if I failed and they locked her up, out of reach. I was hoping that the beasts would catch my scent in her room and know how I was and who I worked for. Hearing her whimper brought a smile to my face, at least I knew she was alive.

-End POV-