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Aria The footage playing on Darren’s laptop made my stomach churn. Lunar Labs had been reduced to smoldering ruins. The lab equipment was smashed, documents scattered and burned, walls blackened by fire. But worst of all were the messages spray-painted across what remained of the walls: “WOLF KILLERS,” “ANIMALS, NOT PEOPLE,” “DEATH TO MOON FREAKS.” I had to look away just to keep my tears from spilling over. Beside me, Darren’s jaw was clenched as he watched the camera pan across the destruction.

Another man with the same attire, a purple-haired and tallest guy murmured the sentence, loud enough to be heard by them. Malikul curled his fingers once again and looked up, eyeing them. “Hyena, Wild Bunny, Zombie, Vampire. You are the SQE members. Who amongst you were the Potential Lab Rats?” Wan frowned, yet his brain recalled something. Apart from Shadow, she had the so-called Failed Potential Lab Rats. The brothers that underwent the same experiments before were heartlessly thrown away by Boss after they were deemed to be useless. Zombie and Vampire were both the ladies, and such, Wan immediately removed them from the possibilities. Meanwhile, Wild Bunny was a mixed group that consisted

“Why not?” He slowly withdrew from her body and watched her features for any sign of discomfort. It didn’t hurt Ellie. He rolled to the side to stretch out on his back. Ellie turned her head and stayed on her stomach. Their gazes met. “Ellie, inside the testing facility they spent years doing breeding experiments to make more of us but it never happened. They kept coming up with new drugs to make it possible for us to be fertile but they always failed. By the time they believed they had found a way around all the changes they’d made to our bodies with the DNA they added, we were rescued before they could test them out. The drugs they gave us have worn off. We will die out as a race when old

Her back arched at an angle that should have snapped her spine and blood leaked from her nose and ears. Marcus held his sister as best he could, his voice breaking as he begged her to fight, to hold on, to not leave him. Tears streamed down his face and his hands shook where they gripped her shoulders. I remembered the files suddenly, remembered skimming past sections labeled Project Conversion while looking for information about Dalton. Genesis Labs had been trying to create more wolves, trying to solve the declining birth rate problem by converting humans instead of relying on natural reproduction. Every test subject had died. Horrible, painful deaths as their bodies rejected the transform

“Their classified channels are full of blame. Half of them are calling this proof that ‘civilian oversight compromises security.’ The other half are trying to figure out how to salvage any code fragments from the wreckage without walking into a legal buzzsaw.” “So we didn’t erase the idea,” I said. “Just made touching it radioactive.” “For now,” Mila said. “But reputational radiation fades. Humans have short memories when there’s profit on the table.” “And the twelve?” I asked softly. “From Lab 7.” Her expression softened.

the Old Man from the lab said. He was standing at the edge of the platform, his form flickering violently. He wasn't pixelating anymore; he was bleeding ink. "The End-User Group... they didn't want a better game. They wanted a Universal-Format. They wanted to turn the 'Real' into something they could Ctrl+A and Delete." "Who are you?" Elara demanded, her voice sounding hollow, as if the air itself was losing its density. She pulled Julian closer, his head lolling against her shoulder. "And who was the man with the stick?"

The experiments are getting more extreme as we get older. Last month was the last straw; we can no longer stay in this lab. We are used to the experiments, it’s why they bred us here but last month, they gave us a drug that made us all turn on each other. We are best friends, more like family. We aren’t allowed to talk to any other wolf here and we don’t have parents. The drug forced us to try to tear each other apart; all just for their sick games. Colt is already weak from what they give him and he almost died.

"Seriously? That's, uh, not so good?" "J, you are correct. That's bad!" Ryan replied with a sigh once more. "How many times can we take this stuff and not fry our brains or cook our blood? I mean, there is always a side effect, right?" "I don't know. They… I mean, the military did some testing a while back. " "And? They pulled some homeless guy off the street to test?" "No...Janet!" Ryan shouted. "We did." "What?" "I mean the rest of our former classmates from five years ago; I mean the rest of us were the lab rats for the experiment. Remember? We are the only ones who have managed to survive. It's just the two of us right now."

This was about preventing an entire species from being born into bondage. "So we stop them," he said simply. "All of them?" Maria asked. "Every facility, every researcher, every government program?" "All of them," Eli confirmed. "Whatever it takes." Griffin raised his glass of whiskey, the amber liquid catching light from the holographic displays still cycling through news reports of their small victory against Vogel Pharmaceutical. "To the war that never ends." James and Maria raised their glasses. After a moment's hesitation, Eli picked up the bottle and drank directly from it, bypassing the civilized pretense of glassware.

They waved and laughed as the other guys walked out. Carl was part of the elite squad of warriors that had been a long-standing tradition in our pack. That was until our father became Alpha. Suddenly, his need for power made him paranoid that there was an elite squad of warriors who together could take down an Alpha. So, he fired the warriors and terminated the entire elite program. Carl had already been taken off duty due to injuries, but his platoon ended up being retired as well. It included Jaxon, Waylin, Bernard, Paul, and Drake. They were the ones who I trained with, but they considered each other brothers.