Running with the wolves 2

I awoke suddenly panting hard. I didn't let my eyes open just yet, force of habit. My senses seemed dulled. Then I remembered my horrifying dream. I tried to yawn, squeezing my eyes shut even tighter but something was clamping my jaws shut. It felt like the top of my mouth was strapped to my bottom jawbone. I considered reasons I couldn't move my mouth.

Lock jaw (tetanus) Not likely

Stiffness, possible

Or a muzzle, which I doubt, unless the dream was real.

I finally decided to open my eyes and when I did, I got the strange feeling that my dream might have been real. A cloth was tied tightly over my eyes and under my cheekbone, or throat area. I tried to shake it off but it was useless. I moved a little, but it was the same with every defensive part of my body. My legs and arms were all strapped separately, in different places. A metal loop went over my stomach area and another over my ribs cage. My neck was also strapped down, and from the position I could feel I was on my side.

I struggled silently with occasional throated yelps. Then I felt a pricking feeling in my forearm, or wrist. It ended shortly and when it did I started to hear voices talking. They sounded close and my senses weren't as dull so I perked up my ears to listen, undoubtedly in the nightmare, that wasn't really a dream at all.

"She's awake," said a calm voice.

"Will her straps hold do you think?" A woman asked.

"They, should, after all she is still in her puppy stages," said the voice of the man the night before. That's when I officially decided it was never even part of the nightmare.

"Ok."

"Oh, and hurry with the blood sample, we need to get her in her own cage as soon as possible," instructed the Agent from last night. I believe it was Epsilon as I recalled it...Hence the pricking in my wrist, or forepaw. Then I felt another pinch in my other forepaw. I whimpered, and I heard Epsilon chuckle. The unpleasant sensation went away with another pinch and I heard another voice, this one different, a little younger.

"Shhh… She needs to calm down. Calm down!"

I growled.

"Yeeesh!"

So let me get this straight. He wanted me… to calm down? Really! I was strapped to a table, couldn't see, I was a werewolf for Pete's sake and now they were running blood tests and possibly other tests on me? Why… why do I need to calm down?

At that moment of fright, and confusion, there was a tugging underneath my throat and the blindfold was pulled off. My sight was immediately bombarded with bright white lights nearly blinding me. I got accustomed to it quickly by blinking multiple times and I took a look around. Green agents surrounded me.

"Haven't found how to turn back now have you Miss Clare?"

I was still muzzled. Was that rhetorical? Because I couldn't answer. The woman agent took a giant pole leash complete with a metal straight collar (the kind pounds use) and hooked the collar end around my neck. It fit snuggly and tightly. She handed the leash to Epsilon and pushed a button releasing me from the tight metal straps. I lay there for a second before attempting to stand on the table, before being shoved off by another agent.

I hit a trolley table on my way down and a whole bunch of stuff tipped over, including syringes, a microscope, a couple of books, some of that blue stuff they put around your neck at the dentist, and four tubes half full with the blood they took. Nothing broke, but Epsilon seemed to keep his anger in. He yanked me up, opened a door and brought me into a dimly lighted hall.

We walked all the way down it, passed some exits, and then we slowed to a stop at an empty cell. He hooked my leash onto some complicated hook and cranked open the cell door. The door opened like a garage door except it had thick metal bars.

"You will stay here, in case we need any additional tests, and by the end of the day if we are finished, you will be… released." I should've been more relieved, but the way he said, "released" sent shivers down my spine.

He unhooked the leash, shoved me into the cell, unhooked the collar and cranked it shut. He reached through and undid the muzzle. I smacked my lips and opened and shut my trap for a minute to get used to the feeling. I curled up in a corner and whimpered. And, here… I thought werewolves were supposed to be brave… and I was a wimp.

I looked through the cell bars. Epsilon stood there for a minute watching me, bowed his head and then left. It was if he was already planning where to bury my dead body.

Over the next hours nothing much happened. In the beginning there were several tests but that was all, not all of them being blood tests. Some were fur tests.

"You're sure it's okay? "

"Even if she did hear us, it's not like she could do anything about the situation. She has no say so." There were some more voices, a man's and the younger voice I heard from before. They were both in a quiet whisper but surprisingly I could make out every word.

"So the tests are over that's it? You're just going to put her down now?" Asked the younger one. Now I was scared, but I made no movement.

"That's the plan. Now go back to your training."

"Werewolves are good fighters. The jellyfish might not have worked out but we could train a whole army of werewolves."

"That's a nice idea, but these blood thirsty animals kill people, and it is our job to get rid of them."

"When does it happen?"

"30 min."

Everything went silent then, and the agents walked away. I was almost dead hearing that comment. I was not going to exsist in 30 min.