Chapter One - Modifications
"The experiment was a success Marcel, we can let her go."
"No, we need to keep an eye on her. The new modifications to the werewolf gene could go up just as easily as they went up," said the man.
"Why not Lyle House, ? We can diagnose her as anti-social, suicidal even, and monitor her progress from there," said a woman as she walked into the brightly lit meeting room. Her eyes were cold, unfeeling, her face without an expression. After her, a girl was wheeled into the room. She was awake, but just barely. Her eyes burned a bright liquid gold, and her forehead was covered in a sheen of sweat. Her thick, abnormally red hair clung to her face.
Davidoff stared at her for a moment, and then his head bobbed forward stiffly into a half-nod. The woman smiled, a look of pure joy crossing her face, making her eyes flash wickedly.
"Lyle House it is," she said innocently.
She looked back at the girl, who flinched unconsciously under the weight of her gaze, and smirked.