Lab Rats Ethan Novels & Stories

“The data indicates the intense joy generated by our recent cycles has over-stimulated my processing unit, forcing a continuous loop regarding Ada Lube.” “I recognize that Ada Lube’s transition to the next life delivered a severe kinetic shock to your system, but the pack must advance its trajectory. If Ada Lube remained active in this sector, her desire would be for your system to terminate this mourning protocol.” Collins donned her heavy winter tunic. “Do you retain the specific nomenclature of the chemical agents? Or shall I execute the procurement based on my own medical diagnostic tools?” “My station will accompany your movement,” Ethan stated, initiating a rise from the furs.

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After a few minutes, his assistant came back. "At the lab doing a DNA test," "Where is it?" Ethan asked. He wasn't sure how Cecy was after everything had escalated. But he knew one thing and that was to prove to her that he was there for her when everyone was against her. After Mrs. Smith's interview, everything escalated again there were a lot of negative comments online. Ethan knocked on the door, drawing the attention of Sandy and Cecy inside. "Who is that? Who dares to knock on a lab door?" Sandy spoke as she walked to check it out.

Beside me, Ethan was still asleep, his chest rising and falling in steady rhythms. I smirked faintly, brushing a strand of hair off his forehead. He had no idea what I’d done last night. The ether—an odorless, potent concoction I’d acquired through some very specific means—had kept him in a dreamless slumber. Even now, his face seemed unusually pale, and there was a subtle tick in his jaw. When he finally stirred, his eyes fluttered open, bleary and unfocused. He groaned, bringing a hand to his temple.

"I will try, sir." After saying that, Laura returned to her room in the castle. At this point, Ethan goes down to a secret cellar explicitly built for experimenting with werewolves. The basement was as dark as ink, with no light at all. But Ethan went through the tunnel with ease. Near the end of the tunnel, there was a little light. Ethan entered a room full of research equipment. He took a quick look at the situation in the room; it seemed that the experiment had failed again this time. Looking at the man in the white shirt sitting in a corner, his eyes blank, Ethan approached him and said: "Failed again, Cuthbert?"

Everything was narrow and sharp. We found a side door that had been pried open. We slipped inside and the air changed. It was dry and hot smelling of ozone and chemicals. It was the smell of the North Star’s creation. We moved through a maze of empty crates and plastic sheeting. In the center of the warehouse a small glass walled lab was illuminated by floodlights. Ethan was there. He was frantically shoving the amber vials and the leather bound journals into a reinforced travel case. He looked like a man possessed. His movements were jerky and his face was twisted in a grimace of pain.

As I questioned allies and gathered scraps of information, a darker picture began to emerge. One servant, an older woman who had worked in Ethan’s estate for decades, told me through trembling lips that she had once seen Ethan strike a young wolf so violently that the boy had coughed blood for days. When she’d tried to intervene, Ethan had simply smiled and told her to be grateful he hadn’t done worse. A merchant confessed that Ethan had paid him handsomely to deliver rare herbs known to cause disorientation and weakness. When I asked what the herbs were for, the merchant’s gaze had dropped, and his voice had turned to ash.

“And according to these financial records I got from Finn, Rhea's family paid for the research with a bit from your family too and some money from some off shore account too.” I felt the walls of the room closing in on me. Everything I knew to be true was turning out to be a lie. “And Kieran,” Dax calls his eyes locking into mine with a terrifying fear in them. “Ethan might not be the only wolf who's been poisoned.” “They might have been testing this on people in here, Ethan showed symptoms because of the torture you carried out on him, with the neural rods.” Dax grinds out. “What are the symptoms on Ethan?” Ronan murmurs sleepily, slowly waking up.

D. It was the lab technician. I stood up. “Sorry, girls, I’ve got to take this.” I ruffled Serena’s hair as I passed her. I waited until I was out of Selene’s earshot to answer the call. I leant against the wall of our house, letting the cold leech through my clothes and chill my back, as I stared out at the eerily quiet pack grounds as I picked up. “Alpha Ethan,” I stated. “Hi, Alpha Ethan, this is Joel calling from the Lab. I’ve run every test I can think of on that toy you gave me, and I’ve got some interesting results.”