Nightmare visions of doctors hovering above flowed over you like waves of nausea, finally giving way to a vision of your mother, Leotie, watching you as you clung to sanity. She had died young, but you remember her as many children orphaned at a young age remember their parents: a kind word, a soothing hand, a particular smell, and always her kind yet careworn face. Your vision swam, and you heard your father's voice—some long-forgotten repressed memory.
Your father had tried to "cure" Leotie of her lupine nature—he'd viewed it as a disease. His voice and mannerisms…they seemed disturbingly familiar.
Just before you could place the voice, you were woken up by the touch of gentle hands. You opened your eyes, your gaze meeting Jolon's lupine face as he unstrapped you from the humans' medical restraints. He'd seen you get captured, but with so many soldiers surrounding you it had been impossible for him to set you free. He'd followed you to the facility and waited there for an opportunity to move in and aid your escape.
The two of you fled through mazelike corridors, always one step ahead of the guards, and yet something felt wrong. By the time you found yourself in front of an intimidating mechanical door, you knew the truth: you'd been herded here.
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