Chapter 121

It's futile. I have no strength, still groggy enough that my little energy wanes fast, and I jump internally when the door across the room beeps loudly, reverberating through my ears and clicks to signal someone coming in. “I see you’re awake, dear girl. I’ve been waiting impatiently and ready to come to introduce myself to such a marvel as you.” The heavy accent is foreign, almost like the Queen of England that I’ve heard on television in the orphanage, and I screw my face up at the man who strolls in towards me, smiles weirdly as though eyeing up a special gift someone has left for him by surprise. I’m momentarily taken aback by the almost caricature way he has of talking. He’s in his older years with graying fluffy hair, glasses, and a balding head. His midriff is round and portly, making his white lab coat look restrictive and emphasizing that he’s wider in size than in height. The second he walks in, I can tell that he’s not a wolf; you would never see a wolf in a bad physical sha