Anaiah's POV
The facility looks like a normal huge abandoned clinic in the clearing and the strong mixture around it is making my wolf cranky. It smells really bad, no werewolf can stay here for a long time, then I realize, he uses human doctors. Amos opens the huge black door and we enter.
A thin tall man in a white coat comes to us with a smile, but it sputters when his eyes meet Amos'.
'Human'
"Hello, I'm Dr. Fen. How may we help you?" He asks,
"What exactly do you do here?" Arya Questions.
Doctor Fen is agitated now, peeking at Amos for anything but his face is natural.
"Um, we are scientists that ... Um, experiment?"
He is not sure of himself and he's slightly quivering.
"Experimenting on what?" Laughs the Princess.
"We experiment on different creatures, lady,"
A few scientists come out into the lobby and others not smart enough try to run but we stop them. Getting them all on their knees.
"How dare you treat my team with such incivility? Do you know who I am?" Doctor Fen is enraged, I roll my eyes and continue to look around but scowl as a ton of drugs and blood hit my nostrils.
I reach an entrance that has a sign,
No Entry
Luckily it didn't require a password or a scanner, so I pushed the door open and stepped into the room. There were many stores of glass containers, and each held people hooked to IV tubes. We looked further and I closed my eyes momentarily, this was horrible, the hunters in these containers were large, pale and others disfigured.
"Bring the scientist," I tell Jake.
The doctor was trembling.
"What are these?" I ask, sternly.
"Well, these are humans with special blood in their veins,"
"We know," I murmur. Slayers were humans who were made by witches in the 18th century to destroy their mutual enemies, shifters. They were strong and moved at incredible speed. For some time, they almost conquered but the moon goddess stepped in to save her people. I turn around to face Amos,
"Why?"
"The chemicals and Alpha blood make them stronger than they already are, hence, it's easy for us to take over packs," He answers, swallowing. I always knew that Amos had great ambition but I didn't know it would get to this.
"How many werewolf packs have you gotten with their help?"
"Three, your majesty," Answers Eunice, taking me by surprise. However, they are not so smart to come up with this plan and they are not affluent adequately to put it into motion.
"Who is your sponsor?"
They weren't expecting me to ask that and I see the dread that takes over their features. My mate and I share a glance.
"You heard her, now answer," His tone is surprisingly calm and it scares them.
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