Chapter 45

My mates only comfort seemed to be the mirror and her wolf between the hours of sleeping and waking, torture and experiments and all the vile things they subjected her too. Men in lab coats watching her and injecting different things in her that would make her sick, or make her scream in pain. I pull the disk out, my hands shaking as I pick another at random before popping it into the disk drive. The new one she was 13. It shows her talking again to the mirror, only this time the experiments got worse, the things of nightmare only her wolf would take over and fight back. She would shift attacking those who entered with a rage like no other. She even killed a few people that worked here before the room would fog up with smoke and I realised what the vents were for, wolfsbane. Once she was out they would strap her tables and do horrendous things to her. Taking skin, fingers injuring her while people stood around watching and taking notes or commenting on what they were observing l