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It All Started…..

10 Years Ago

Location: Manilla ( A Werewolf civilization)

Her wrist burned, the same as her ankles. She had chains to them, her neck, and cuffs on her wrist. Her spine hurt as the bondage caused her to be sitting on the dark muddy floor. She stared at the population in the room, they all shared the same agony and fortune.

This was not supposed to be happening to her and her people!

She watched as a kid far across the dark room that gleamed by the only window far above on one side of the wall drank on the bowl of water that had bugs already decomposing it. She cringed at the sight making her shut her eyes tightly. There was no way she was ever going to forgive these monsters.

A tear rolled down from her left eye. The smell of bacteria breaking down sweat on their body individually was purgent but worse was the ammonia smell of dehydrated urine they had to pass out on their positions to ease the pressure on their bladder.

The dry patches of blood stains on the floor worsen Jasmine's anxiety as her panic attack surfaced. Faint images of her Father dropping her at their secret shelter house stuck in her head.

"You're representing our family amongst them. Everything would be over soon Princess Ann." Her Father had assured her.

She begin to flinch and her best friend who was injured on her knee beside her knew what was about to happen.

"Jasmine!" Her ebony-skinned best friend cried out. She had cornrows on her head and her grey t-shirt and matching joggers were worn out and torn. Everyone in the room had a similar situation with their clothing. They were all dirty, tired, hungry, and worn out.

It wasn't long till Jasmine began to have violent spasms and everyone got alarmed by the situation. The violent clicking of chains due to aggressive movement made the situation creepier. This woke the sleepy ones in captivity and they all began to yell. Something was happening to the princess!!

The noise attracted the guards to the building. The hefty monsters were sorely irritated by the whining.

"Fucking humans!" One of the guards in his human form swore as he unlocked the door. Upon their appearance, they all crawled back to their shelves like snails.

One of the guards in werewolf form stepped forward. He pulled the chains connecting to Jasmine's body from the walls before carrying her underneath her both arms as he stared at her like she was some toy.

" Seth the wise way to do that was unlocking her from the chains but do you ever want to wait for my orders?!" The guard in human form reprimanded the werewolf holding Jasmine who looked like a typical dirty doll in his hands.

For some reason, her violent spasm had stopped a bit in his grip.

"Please take her to a clinic, she just needs her Paroxetine," the ebony-skinned girl pleaded.

"And who asked you to talk, you cunt!" The guard in human form spat back on her face while forcefully holding her jaw so she would look at his ugly face. His teeth were yellow and he had a lot of scars on his face.

"I'd rip your heart off right now!" He threatened.

"Please, pardon me__" The ebony-skinned girl replied, closing her eyes tight. She was not allowed to die before Jasmine.

Whilst wasting his time threatening her, Seth had already made another decision without his permission as he left with Jasmine . His big arm secured her on his shoulder with his palm. The rest looked on, not exactly able to process the situation.

"You fucker, where are you taking her to?!" The guard in human form ran after Seth but Seth's big steps were already far for him to catch up with.

"Seth I swear on my mother's spine this would be your last night with our team!"

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She opened her eyes and tried to adjust her vision of the brightness of the room before trying to sit on her butt. If this was a health facility, then it was the worst she has ever seen.

Rusted floors, leaking ceilings, spider webs around…. at this point she was just convinced that the monster civilization had a thing for dirt. She gave a cringed look at her surrounding before closing her eyes. That was when she remembered, she had an episode of a panic attack.

She sigh before checking her pocket but there was nothing in it. She checked the other and she felt the ball head of her tablet container. Excitedly she withdrew it before popping two pills in her mouth.

It wasn't the nastiest thing she had tasted but it did the job of calming her nerves. She hid the remaining back in her pocket before looking around.

"I think this is a cue to find a way to get out of here!" She whispered to herself before bolting out of the room.

Immediately she opened the door and sneakily stormed out, she bumped into a rigid figure. If it felt cold, she would have no problem guessing the figure to be a wall but this figure was warm and it was also carrying the most pleasurable scent she had encountered so far____

"Watch where you're going, you whore!" One of the two hefty guards already holding her arms on both sides said before flinging her across the broad hallway.

She let out a painful moan as she crashed into the ground. Immediately looking up at her palm she hoped she didn't have any sort of dislocation. She shivered examining her wrist but another thing caught her attention. She was surrounded by a pool of blood. This blood cannot be coming from her!

Unfortunately, Jasmine's other wrist was badly dislocated; it tore her skin open. She looked up and the blurry figure of the person she had bumped into who caused this scenario to happen in the first place approached her.

She whined holding her injured wrist while she shivered. His aura towards her was very intimidating making her crawl backward out of instinct. His bold and strong features suggested that he was a male. He was about 6'4ft tall if Jasmine had done her estimation correctly. His jet black hair had a few strands falling over his face as the rest was held with a band backward. He was wearing some complicated outfit that made Jasmine guess he might just be a person of importance to the monsters. For someone reason, there was no sign of emotions on his face like he was some stone or something.

It wasn't long till he was standing in front of her himself while his guards stepped back. He dragged her up carelessly by putting a grip on the injured wrist. She winced in pain but obeyed the force that was dragging her along with him. It was of no use resisting the worst that was to happen now.

She screamed louder at the thought of being amputated with an axe or the swords on his pants. He looked like he was capable of much worse things and this only made Jasmine panic more.

They walked through a hallway where she noticed every being was sticking to the wall on both sides as they passed. The plan was to escape not have a fucked up wrist that was about to be amputated by some sad-looking person. He pushed her into a room before waiting to close the door shut at his guards. She continued to shiver and watched him come towards her. If she never had her medication just a few minutes ago she was supposed to be having another episode of attack currently and for some reason she wished she was.

He pulled her into his arm aggressively by the back of her head with his huge palm before closing her mouth with his right palm which ended up covering her nose. Now she wasn't only struggling with the pain she was struggling to breathe. She could feel the rise in her body temperature. She couldn't die knowing the condition of the rest of her people, She was not allowed to, till she saved them.

"Fucking hush! Hush it!!" He spoke for the first time and she confirmed that he wasn't planning on suffocating her to death with his big palms. Maybe something worse?

She nodded violently as her orbs enlarged more while staring at his black ones. It was relaxing to look at them till you stare at the rest of his face.

"Good." He withdraws his hands from her mouth after making her sit on a hospital bed in the room. He irked at the saliva mixed with mucor and tears on his palms before rubbing it thoroughly on the fine brown fabric he was wearing. Jasmine looked away embarrassed while she tried not to cry at all.

He sat on a chair in front of her after bringing a random box from a drawer together with some other tools Jasmine identified. Some were old model which convinced Jasmine that this civilization causing havoc across the world might not live with the latest inventions. They were monsters, she least expected their way of life to be this organized but she did not appreciate that they were not modern and we're not up to date despite the power they possessed. Was it only to install chaos?

An alarming jolt of pain that followed a click interrupted her thoughts making her cry out loud afterward while trying to snatch her injured wrist, but she was unsuccessful. She paused to look at his face which was showing pure disgust towards her. Like a little kid, she pinned her mouth with her other hand and this almost made him laugh, but he maintained his intimidating expression.

"Lay down." He instructed. She began looking at him while her eyeball moved to and fro like she didn't understand what he was saying.

"I don't like to repeat myself, Lay down!"

She immediately found herself straightened on the red while she stared at the ceiling. She tried to regulate her breathing by inhaling deeply while she closed her eyes. She couldn't help but notice the difference in the ceiling in this place compared to the place she woke up earlier .

He began cleaning her wounds while she flinched lightly. He couldn't help but admire her long dirty nails which he wasn't pleased with looking at.

"Alpha Ray!" A feminine voice called out while walking hastily but gracefully inside the room. By now he was already done treating Jasmine's wrist. It was well bandaged and he was thinking of giving her some injections.

"Lay here quietly!" He warned before turning around.

"Mira. I don't appreciate you calling my name in vain!" His tone sounded like he was disappointed as he began to put away the equipment he used to dress Jasmine's wound.

"It's not in vain if this is about my father, Alpha! For how long would he dwell in pain?!" The lady identified as Mira asked in a very helpless tone.

"That thing is spreading across to the other side of his pelvis, up to his breast!"

"I am the doctor here Mira, don't you think I've seen that? He is my father's Beta, I can't let anything happen to him. It's very risky to cut the skin away if we haven't confirmed it's a flesh-eating bacteria. we have to sort skin to cover his exposed organ then. Just give it three more days, let's see if the antibiotic would work!" His tone softened at his last sentence while he held Mira's shoulder in a manner to comfort and persuade her.

"If it's a flesh-eating bacteria, he'd be dead in the next three days, who even gave you a license to operate?___

Alpha Ray and Mira turned to look at Jasmine who was now sitting upright with a very serious look on her face. The two werewolves stared at each other briefly before looking back at Jasmine.

"I can help you, I can identify the bacteria." She offered while they both still kept mute.

Who was she to involved in his business? Alpha Ray thought, raising his brow at her. Mira too had the same impression, but this was a matter of her father's life.

"Who is she Alpha?"