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Hector glanced at the feral wolf, fear filled him. Just the size of the wolf is terrifying, and the boy is only fifteen years old. He knows this for sure because he was in his 'human' form when he was brought in two weeks ago.

After the third injection, the boy took the wolf form, since then, he hasn't shifted back to human form. But unlike the rest, he is stronger and has held out the most. He is also one enraged young Alpha wolf who kills off their workers at every opportunity—once they get close enough.

"This time around, add more Erophine to his dosage, we will breed him all night." Dr. Angor continued, "Number 6 does not breed females no matter the torture he's subjected to, unless he's high on Erophine. I need his seed to grow in these women—any of them—so, that even if he dies tomorrow, we will have his offsprings to experiment on."

Number 6 howled angrily, and barked twice.

"I think he can hear us too." Hector took some steps back.

"He's the strongest breed, his offspring will be exceptionally strong. We'll begin at birth to weaponize them. I have a feeling his offspring are exactly what we need." An evil smile crossed the doctor's features, "Oh yeah, why didn't I think of this before?"

"But, Dr. Angor, Erophine is very painful and dangerous to these wolves; it makes them very unstable, always seeking sex. Some of them lose their minds while the rest die—"

"They are just animals, Hector, animals." Dr. Angor narrowed his eyes on the wolf behind the cage, "Don't talk about them like they are people when they're just animals, and are hunted like one. Dose up this one, in particular, I don't care how much you dose him, but make sure he is so horny that he will fuck these females brutally like the animal he is and get them all pregnant."

As he walked away, he threw the last command. "We breed him all night."

"Y-Yes, Dr. Angor." Hector looked at the door his superior just walked out from, while listening to his footsteps sound farther and farther away until they faded completely.

Then, Hector veered around and stared at the young wolf. The wolf howled in so much rage, hatred dripping from his amber-eyes.

Present day…

KING'S TOWER, NATURIAH

Wolfariane Daminor Throne opened his eyes and peered at the ceiling. The greenness of his surrounding made him realize that he was in his mountain lion's form, even before he rolled around, and stood on his hind legs and forepaws.

He had lost control and shifted in his sleep. Again.

Hell, thiscannotkeep happening.

Green eyes closed, he shifted back into his male form and stretched out on his back, staring at the overhead lining of his bedroom.

Sweat poured from his round forehead, rage boiling in his blood. It has been so long that his memories come back to haunt his present in form of a dream. A nightmare.

The bed dipped as he rose from it, a quick glance at the window told him that it was late morning. He'd ran the night away, back to Naturiah, and slept for just two hours.

The relaxation the run managed to give him has disappeared like a mist under the onslaught of his terrible nightmare.

Hands fisted, he walked into the adjourning bathroom, turned on the shower, and let the water cascade down his back as he tried to level his breathing and get himself under control again.

Those bastards. Those human bastards.

Put them out of your mind or you will never be able to hold onto control. You do not want to hurt your people.

Talking to himself always helps, Wolfariane watched his fingers unfold and he felt his blood normalizing again.

His people think him strong, in control, and unbending, but they do not know how much he has to battle himself every single day for the past eighteen years. How much he has to try to rein the mountain lion in.

That part of him tries to break out every single time of the day with the urge to kill and destroy. Kill. Destroy. Kill. Destroy. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill!!!!

Wolfariane squeezed his eyes closed. Number 6.

That is what those damn non-changeling doctors called him. They'd experimented on him, making his days and night a living hell, burying him under all sorts of dangerous injections that have damaged him more than he showed the world.

They thought he was all invincible, that is why he never went insane or died like the others, but they didn't know the truth. He is not one changeling but two.

While they injected his wolf with all those lethal drugs, his cougar was absorbing them all. That is why the wolf never lost his mind—why he never died.