Human In The World Of Wolves

Part 9 ➢A Revolution

You cannot start a revolution in white gloves.

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I ate beside my brother as we sat at the table. If felt odd to be with him after all this time. It felt odd to sit down for a meal especially with other people. I knew I shouldn't have to but I was watching my back. Almost as if somebody would hurt me. I was preparing myself to make a run for it. As much as I love my brother it was not my fight.

I found out I missed being alone. The people were loud. Sure my brother by my side felt nice but there were so many. I just wanted to make them all shut up and go away. I missed the animals and trees. I missed the walls made of wood instead of the hard white painted concrete that surrounded us here.

"So you must be the famous Rivin. Hello, I am Monica. This whole place is my brainchild. Your brother has done a lot for us." I looked up at her. She was smiling at me. Sure the woman was beautiful. She had dark hair and dark skin. She had confidence and she seemed incredibly smart.

"The lab you saw earlier was more for the students to learn in. Would you like to come see the real work we do?" Asked Monica and I nodded. I finished the last of my food before Gage and Monica took me far underground.

I didn't like being deep underground. It meant fewer exits, harder escape, and just a claustrophobic feeling in general. I still followed my brother and Monica because curiosity trumped fear each and every day.

As we arrived it took a lot of clearance and metal detectors before we were even allowed in. As they scanned me I wondered how they have the money for this. It wasn't easy to get the money for these things. Most technologies had been destroyed so this all would have had to have been made after the apocalypse. It would have been years worth of supplies that would have been traded for all this.

As we entered I was shocked. Scientists ran around from desk to desk. Papers flew around and the whole room was chaos. Most labs I had been in were mostly silent and organized. This room was the opposite. People were shouting at each other from across the room. In the middle of the room was a glass box. Inside was a young girl maybe fourteen at most.

"Why is there a girl in a box?"

"She is a werewolf. She recently had her first shift. We need her so we can test. A good weapon is what will save us from them." Said my brother and I was shocked. I didn't show it but I was. Poor child. Werewolves can be cruel but we shouldn't torture them. Especially young children.

"She's a child."

"But she is still a werewolf." Replied Monica and I was shocked. How could they do that? The world was divided into werewolves and humans. That was another thing the apocalypse ruined for us. Most werewolves lived with humans but now humans had the choice to serve werewolves. Aside from that there was no coexisting anymore.

Still, it wasn't fair to the child. She had a family. As humans and werewolves continued to fight we all pushed each other further and further away. The world was delicate enough without such cruelty.

"Have you found a weapon?" I asked curious as to what was happening.

"Well, we tried each historical rumour that we had heard about werewolves and things we had learnt in the field. Werewolves are allergic to silver like humans are allergic to some metals. Mongolian tribes used to hunt wolves with a golden eagle and thankfully they are a very common breed that werewolves are afraid of."

"The only plants they are allergic to are mandrakes, wolfsbane, xylitol, and grapes. Of course, some are more effective than others. Never the less we must continue to find something that will effectively kill them all." Said Monica.

"I feel ill so I might just return to my room is it okay if I finish my tour tomorrow," I asked as I pretend that I felt sick over something random instead of the fact I wanted to leave that room immediately. Instead, I would return the next day and pretend it was all okay.

"Of course. It's probably the change in diet and location. I'll drop some food, essentials, and work off tonight so you can keep your brain in check again." Said my brother and I nodded as a man took me back to my room.

I had very little clue as to why my brother had given me work but it wasn't that strange. Our parents had always wanted us on the top of our academic game. We were homeschooled our whole lives and we didn't learn that we were years above our age until my brother went to university. Then we soon became aware of just how much our parents pushed us.