Page 83 of Feral Mates
Something strange happened. The light pulses didn’t just go wild, they slammed against the glass.
How was that possible? They had no physical components, no structure within the light source. Yet there was no mistaking what we’d both just heard.
Dr. Blackwell snarled and threw the lifeforms a nasty look. “They’re like disobedient children. They need to be corrected from time to time.” I watched in horror as he pulled a remote from his pocket, aiming it at the glass.
The spark was bright, a white light that blinded me.
At that moment, I could feel their pain. “You’re killing them. Stop. Stop it. The Dr. Blackwell I knew and respected would never purposely hurt anyone.” That was true enough, although I wasn’t certain why I was bothering, and it was obvious I hadn’t known him at all.
He pulled back, lowering the remote. Instantly the light faded.
Panting, I could see nothing behind the glass but darkness. No. No. No! “You killed them. You fucking bastard.” Grief poured over me, hard and raw, my mind spinning with what the bastard had just done.
“I assure you that there are plenty more of them when and if I need them.”
“Why are you doing this? Where are the wolves? What is your intention with kidnapping me?”
“Open your mind, Savannah. Imagine the possibilities when new lifeforms are created and nurtured.” He rolled his fingers over my breasts and between them, taking his time as his eyes roamed up and down my body.
“You mean when you learn how to fully control them. Isn’t that what you’re doing? You want to manipulate the new creatures as you’ve been trying to do in creating shifters. New lifeforms that will do your bidding. Why stop with wolves, right? What other beings do you have your sights set on?”
“Careful, Doctor. Don’t ask questions you’re not ready to try and comprehend.”
“Oh, I’m ready. You’re destroying the balance of nature. I won’t allow you to do that.”
His laugh was hollow as if he was filled with nothing but darkness. Evil. That’s what he exuded. Pure, sadistic evil.
There was something very off about the man. It wasn’t just his scent or what he was doing to me or even his obvious need for power. My instinct told me he’d changed.
“Yes, well, controlling them is important as evidenced by their hunger to kill humans.”
“Did you set them free to see what they’d do? Did you purposely allow the wolves to escape in hopes that the lifeforms would use them as hosts?”
Something stirred deep within me.
The wolves.
They were alive.
Relief flooded my mind and my heart. I wanted to cry out to them but feared what Dr. Blackwell would do.
He already knew. I could tell when he lifted his head, staring into another part of the laboratory. “Yes, Savannah. You feel them. Your wolves. They are safe. For now. As long as you cooperate, they will remain that way.”
“Cooperate? What does that mean? What are you trying to do?”
When he continued his exploration of my body, I cringed deep inside. His scent grew more intense, as I’d experienced with Apollo, Kai, and Roman. But the stench of death was even stronger, pungent.
“I’m going to make you famous, Dr. Morgan. I’m going to allow you to become world renowned in a way you never anticipated and one day, the world will exalt in our greatness.”
“What are you talking about? What happened to you, Dr. Blackwell? When you were a professor, you told your students there was nothing more important as scientists than protecting life as it was.”
“I was wrong. As far as what happened to me, I was reborn, finally allowed to see the light that I’d been so blinded by before.”
“Reborn? As what, a monster?”
He rolled his fingers down my stomach, concentrating on swirling them around my bellybutton before sliding his hand between my legs.
The moment he cupped my mound, two powerful things happened.
