Chapter 3:

Finally, the thing I didn't want the most happened. The clock rang to signal that it was seven o'clock in the evening, and the two men escorting me went crazy. Their eyes were bloodshot, their claws grew, and their muscles swelled. Fortunately, I reacted quickly, or else they would soon have torn me apart. I rushed into the cell and locked the lock; it was hard to imagine one day having to do the act of imprisoning myself.

This is also my first time witnessing werewolves going crazy; I only know it through my father's story before my father seems to have reduced the level of fear; in fact, they are more terrible than I thought.

The sturdy cell could not stop the colossal power of the two werewolves out of control; they were about to destroy the cell in just a few minutes.

That stupid iron door can only stop them for a while and can't stop them until the following day. I can't stand still waiting to die and must do something to save myself. I banged my hand wildly against the wall, hoping that the shackles holding my hand would fall off, but unfortunately, it was more complicated and complex than I thought it would be.

"Damned!" I gritted my teeth, impatiently looking out.

My wrists were soaked with blood, but the cuffs still showed no signs of damage. As soon as the cell door opens, I will become the delicious dinner for two crazy wolves in front of me.

With a bang, a splintering sound was followed by a shrill growl. I widened my eyes as they rushed towards me; I wish I had worked harder in the past to follow my father to practice fighting skills so that I wouldn't be so helpless now.

I closed my eyes and waited for the worst to happen but felt no pain after a while. I mustered up the courage to open my eyes and see two wolves slamming onto the floor, their large bodies secured by four large chains tied to the four corners of the cell. They bared their teeth and pounced on me despite the chains that could hurt them.

I stared at the person who had just acted; it was Elmer; he had great power and speed; what was more remarkable was that he wasn't crazy like other wolves.

"Get out of here!" Elmer ordered me in a hoarse voice.

I wonder if it's because it's too dangerous or Elmer just saved me, so I'm not particularly wary of him. I followed Elmer into his car and smelled the strong smell of herbal medicine in the narrow space. Then, I noticed that Elmer's arms had turned purple, his pupils reflected in the rearview mirror were blood red, and his whole body was covered with blue veins like a wild animal.

I froze; did I make a fatal mistake?

Seeing me trembling, Elmer showed contempt; he clenched his fists on the steering wheel as if restraining the beast in his body. "I won't harm you until a cure is found."

Of course, I didn't believe him at all; how would I know if he could control himself? Now his appearance is even scarier than those transformed wolves; how can I believe him?

Elmer looked at me helplessly. "I didn't lose control."

"But you don't look good at all." I'm wary.

"I injected myself with drugs to stop myself from going crazy." Elmer gritted his teeth; he seemed in much pain.

I frowned. "If there's a vaccine to stop it, why not make it widely available to everyone?"

"Because it has a lot of serious consequences." Elmer leaned back on the chair with his eyes closed, his body drenched in sweat. "In short, I won't hurt you, and you should be quiet and don't make me mad."

Seeing that he looked tired, I did not bother; more than anyone, I did not dare to challenge him.

My heart was troubled all night, and it was not until morning that it calmed down; at this time, Elmer's situation was better. Although he still looked tired, at least everything was back to normal. At this point, I feel more secure about my life.

After a night of thinking, I made a reckless decision. "I have a matter to discuss with you."

Elmer showed no interest but replied casually. "What?"

I seriously said. "I want to cooperate with you; I voluntarily let you use my blood for the experiment, and on the condition that I need to secure a place to eat and rest, I want to be treated like a guest, not a prisoner."

Elmer pursed his lips. "Why would a prisoner request me?"

I also figured Elmer would only agree with me, and I was the prepared spirit. "This cooperation benefits both sides; I only ask for my inherent rights; I think it is nothing too much. It's fine if you keep me as a prisoner, but one day there's a chance I'll destroy your research headquarters before I leave."

"What do you think when you dare to threaten me?" Elmer raised an eyebrow mockingly.

I smiled faintly, feigning confidence even though my heart was about to burst. "I am not threatening you; I am just telling the truth; I can destroy everything and die. Thus, you will lose everything. Such a loss-making business. Does Alpha Elmer want to do it?"

Elmer stares at me for a few seconds, a glint of interest under his eyes, and then nods. "Okay. But you must move to my mansion to avoid running away; you're a cunning werewolf, not as naive as I thought."

Hearing him agree, I feel like the rock in my heart has been released. I need time to plan out my escape plan carefully. First, I will give Elmer the impression that I have wholly subdued him to let his guard down; I will have a chance to escape from Elmer's clutches.

Standing before Elmer's mansion, I began to doubt my decision. Would I escape from the layers of soldiers guarding the outside?

"If you're thinking of running away, it's best to give it up from now on." Elmer appeared behind me like a ghost.

It wasn't pleasant to have someone see through my mind, but I couldn't admit in front of Elmer that what he said was true. I shook my head and waved my hand foolishly. "You must have misunderstood; I just want to live peacefully for a while. I want the werewolf world to be free from that dangerous disease."

"It's best to be your true mind. Although I say I won't kill you, I have more cruel ways than torturing you while you're alive, so think before you do anything." Elmer gave me a warning smirk.

My back was stiff and nodding like a robot; I felt a bit regretful; I'd rather be in a jail cell, maybe less pressure being under the same roof as Elmer.