The Lab Rats Devil's Train Novels & Stories

As we neared a large oak tree in the middle of the clearing, the stench of rotting flesh hit me full force, nearly choking me on my breath. I scrunched my nose but remained silent as we approached the tree. There, pinned to the bark with an arrow, was the head of a wolf. The nauseating stench confirmed it had been dead for some time, but what truly caught my attention was that this was no ordinary wolf. It was a Devil Wolf, and this only solidified my suspicions about the experiments being conducted on them. I stepped forward and removed a small note that was attached to the arrow through a hole ripped in the centre.