Madness. Sheer madness.
Strange scenes torn from your darkest nightmares are arrayed about the adjoining room in a splattered mishmash of the macabre where every semblance of what is right and good in your world is snuffed out at once.
Whimpers and dull moans of pain permeate the air as humans dressed all in white go about a deadly dance, a ritual of flesh and surgical instruments.
Your eye locks onto a long, twisting tube of clear plastic, slowly filling with dark red liquid. Your mind tries desperately to escape the terrible truth. A small piece of your consciousness that isn't engaged in silent screaming conjures up a single word that you learned over a year ago in your biology classes: "exsanguination."
"They're killing them, aren't they?"
Dena's whisper brings you back to reality, and you shake your head, blinking rapidly. "I don't think so. This is something worse. The humans know we regenerate."
You return your gaze to the window, drawn by morbid fascination as you watch more than half the adults of your pack suffer at the hands of human doctors. Bone saws hack and scalpels slice, testing the limits of werewolf physiology and suffering, barely waiting for the wounds to heal before attacking again with detached, businesslike efficiency.
So this is the great secret that the elders have been keeping from you for all these years? Could these inhumane experiments have been going on week after week without your knowledge? Of all the revelations you were excited to discover, this is the very last thing you expected to find.
"Oh gods," Dena groans, pointing at a wolf on a nearby table. "Is that Lapu's…father?"
An acrid stench brings your attention back to this side of the window, and you realize that Lapu has pissed himself.
"We have to get out of here, we have to get out…" the boy mumbles again and again in a mantra of fear and revulsion.
You find yourself nodding in agreement, and you will your legs to move again, slowly creeping back to the door you came through with the others trailing behind. You reach the exit without being spotted, utterly relieved that you didn't create a major disturbance before coming to the warehouse.
It's impossible to know what the humans are capable of at this point.
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