All Chapters of Genetically Modified: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Seeing King was exactly what I needed and still, I'm torn apart when he leaves. I lay awake for hours thinking about him-his scent, his taste, and how his body feels when he becomes part of me. Ms. Beast likes these thoughts and for the most part only purrs in contentment. When my sadness overflows over King leaving me, and I can no longer take it, I switch to making plans. Beginning tomorrow, things will change even if it means grabbing the president by the balls and discovering what the heck is going on. Sitting in my room like a good little Federation follower isn't getting me anywhere.Foggy headed from lack of sleep, I need strong black coffee to clear my brain in the morning. Even the disgusting chicory stuff the Federation serves should help.The cafeteria isn't crowded when I enter and take my usual table after putting today's mush-an unidentifiable substance-on a tray and filling two cups with straight black coffee. After the first cup, I feel better and while no one pays at

Our sentries pick up movement around two in the morning. More than five hundred Federation red stripes are headed our way. My worry for Marinah doubles. We're on the move within fifteen minutes, running in beast form and putting miles between us and the soldiers.By the time the sun rises, we're sure they're tracking us.Nokita approaches and gives me the latest update. "They are heavily armed and have three tanks with them. We can win this battle if that's what you want."Marinah and Labyrinth are compromised and yes, we can win this battle. The cost will be high to our Warriors, though. I also know many of the Federations soldiers are fighting under duress and killing them can only be used as a last resort. "Send five groups of five to disrupt Federation stragglers and make them nervous. I'll lead the remainder of our forces closer to Washington. Keep their soldiers busy for as long as you can and don't kill if possible. But our Warriors come first. If you need to kill red stripes

If I thought Beast was irrational before, it's nothing like the insane monster he is now. Come hell or high water, he's finding Marinah.Mate. Find, I reply.It takes an hour and most of that time is spent avoiding the few people I run across. There should be hundreds of humans out during the day and avoiding them should have been harder. There's also a high-frequency noise that Beast is picking up with his sensitive ears. It's electronic and will attract the hellhounds. I shake my head to alleviate the irritating hum, but it does no good.The door Marinah showed me the last time I saw her is propped open with a small piece of wood. I enter quickly, knowing it's probably a trap and run straight at the opposite wall expecting gunfire. Nothing-no sound besides the annoying hum and no humans. Going by scent, I find Marinah's room. From there I follow her trail. It leads me to the Shadow Warrior's quarters, which are empty, and then to an interrogation room that holds Marinah's and a

It's hours before we find Nokita. The human soldiers ran before the tunnels blew and Nokita tracked them for miles."We killed about one hundred Federation soldiers." He wipes dirt and blood from his face, exhaustion plain in his eyes. "They planned this from the beginning."Anger shoves K-5 through my system. We're in Warrior form and the spike in K-5 is unwelcome. Seeing Marinah in my peripheral vision doesn't help. She's surrounded by Warriors. Beast wants them dead simply because of how close they are to her. The human side of me understands she's an anomaly and my Warriors are only curious. Marinah glances at me and realizes what's happening immediately. She walks over and places her hand on my arm, digging her nails in to help me push back against Beast.It's a few minutes before I can speak. "We'll backtrack to the rendezvous point and then split up and go to where the planes are hidden," I tell Beck. We parachuted down and the pilots landed at prearranged airstrips to hide u

I ignore the tangy smell of blood that trails down my face while continuing my mad dash through the dark, dense jungle. Teeth of a sharp, prickly branch slice my other cheek. I wince internally when my salty sweat hits the bloody scrapes that now cover most of my face. Sweat also trails between the rough, inch-long hairs covering my body, leaving a distinct scent trail to follow. Right now, there's nothing I can do about it. I've done a fairly good job at keeping my breathing even so my sensitive ears pick up the slightest noise and alert me to danger. While running, I'm planning. Upon seeing the perfect place to hunker down and wait, my course of action is suddenly clear.Danger. Close. Ms. Beast whispers inside my head.Too close, I snarl back, darn her.Kill. Her whisper sends shivers through my entire body.I change direction slightly to avoid a small open area, slow my pace, and head for a thicker crop of trees and brush. Sniffing the air with my elongated snout, I pick up not