Chapter 9

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I am dead. But apparently my uses are not. The people who killed me are part of a group that experiment on, kill and abuse animals. They test their theories on innocent animals, pushing them to the extent of death. They don't care, they can use their skin, teeth, bone and body parts to their advantage.

I am not human. I am a Wolf. I was taken from my family. Forced into a place where I felt unsafe. Where I was unsafe. I was an experiment, nothing more. Now I am dead. I am a rug, a mounted head on a wall, a body part on the black market. I am a tool. I am forgotten.  

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