All Chapters of The W Series: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"In other news, another child has been taken from their home in the Bundello County Area. This makes six kidnapped children between the ages of one to seventeen within the span of a month. Witnesses of the latest kidnapping report seeing a W inked somewhere on the skin of the suspects. It's believed that they could be from a larger child trafficking ring -"Lucinda turned the key, killing the car and opening the door. She went to the back to grab the groceries. She could see her oldest playing video games from the living room window, making her frown. He was supposed to be watching his brother-"Lukas!" She called as she pushed through the front door with full arms. "Lukas, where's your brother?!" "I put him down for a nap like you asked!" The pre-teen called back before he went back to yelling at his game. Lucinda highly doubted her youngest could sleep with that racket. With a sigh, she put the groceries on the counter and headed to her son's bedroom, calling for Lukas to close the

Everyone wished they could get rid of the pain that came with the experiments. No amount of anesthetics could take it away. It never got better, even as years passed. W-17-D wreathed on the operating table, fangs piercing at the gag in his mouth as he tried to scream. He clawed desperately at nothing, his hands couldn't move, not with the restraints. What hurt most was the waist down. He knew they were changing, it was like growing pains but so much worse. He could feel his bones shift and break to fit a new form. He passed out when the firey, stinging pain shot up his spine.That was the day his tail started to grow. At first, he couldn't walk because of the way his legs had changed. Not quite paws, but no longer feet. His toes stretched and pushed up, the middle two now the same length while the pinkie was virtually gone. the rest of the bones in his feet were still humanesque, leaving his walking very unstable at first.The good news was, he had a tail, which helped him to stabili

W-17-D was running laps with a few other hybrids. It was a test of speed and agility for them, but they were supposed to think of it as a game. He didn't think of it as a game. He just knew that the director himself asked for this test and the gym, and so he had to perform at his best, dodging obstacles that were put in his way as fast as he could. It felt natural to him, even though this was his first time. He knew that it was something deep, something instinctive. Something that he wasn't supposed to have, but had anyway. Whatever made the director happy.Michael was indeed very happy. W-17-D was by far his best product made yet. The boy was fast, smart, strong, and agaile, and he would sell for a hefty price when only fifty remained. The perfect combination of man and wolf, Michael was almost tempted to buy the boy himself as his guard dog. Eventually, when they were all sold, he would have to make more, and who better to show them their purpose and protect them than a former experi

Elaine sighed. She knew she had to give him answers. She would, Wild deserved to know the truth. "Finish your dinner, and I'll tell you the truth behind why I was at the W Series Compound." She said slowly. Wild stared at her with his dull yellow eyes. Debating on if she was giving it to him straight. After a few moments, he turned away, helping Tiffany nibble away at her own pizza slices. Westley was down a slice and halfway through the other with the napkin covering his nose. "I am not actually a therapist, if you couldn't tell. That was just my cover." Elaine started slowly. "So what, you're like a spy or something?" Westley asked. "Or something. I am an agent. My real name is Elaine Moore." Wild thumped his tail against the chair bars. "You couldn't tell us because we would tell the others. You chose us because we wanted out." He deduced quietly. "Yes, exactly." She smiled at Wild. He didn't return it. "I wanna go home, lady. Can I go home?" Westley pleaded. "Soon, but not yet. Th

They'd been here a few weeks now. Elaine took them to see the sunset and the sunrise each day. Give the poor hybrids some sun. Elaine and Richard asked questions on occasion about what it was like there. Wild was more vague than the other two at first. He just wanted to be done with that place. Wild knew he would have to talk about it eventually, though. Eventually, he started to tell them about the schedule that he'd grown so accustomed to. How they were always in their rooms as they were now and about the gymnasium that acted as their outside time. Then, there were the experiments. He didn't say much about them other than "It hurts."Richard was doing card tricks with Westley and Tiffany. Wild was watching, but he was more interested in the people with Elaine. A couple with Westley's scent on them. It was very old. Another couple with a boy, all carrying Tiffany's scent. The last was a man, nearly ten years older than Wild. "I'm very glad we found you, Mr. Thatcher. I'm sure you alr