Lily’s Perspective The entire pack was gathered here. Our Alpha Ethan, Beta Xaver, my brother Keith, Adrian, Whitney, all my homies were here. We were that fiercely determined pack once more. Then Jacob and Celena walked in. I wanted to hug Celena. I always thought she was still that weak little girl: "Celena, why don’t you go and rest for a while?" Jacob sat down next to Celena. Celena straightened up and said, "Brett’s surgery was successful. I want to fight with you all. I want to avenge Brett and also for myself. Lily, you should believe me. I was trained by you. " "I can’t refuse you, Celena." I gave her a big hug. "When do we move?" Jacob regained his calm demeanor as the golden-haired young man, once again becoming the sharp-witted wolf. "We’re almost there. We’re all waiting. Hopefully, we’ll have good news before sunset." I glanced at the computer screen; the progress bar was more than halfway complete. Outside the window, the sky had begun to turn faintly blue. "I did it!" Ren yanked open the door, rushing in with several lab reports in hand. She looked at us, her eyes filled with both excitement and fear. "Those damn bullets! They contain lycotine synthesized with a brand-new formula. Potency increased by 130%. It reacts faster with our blood, instantly incapacitating a wolf." The atmosphere grew heavy. My mood was terrible. Lycotine, that memory was already awful enough. This drug nearly prevented me from transforming into a wolf. The pain of it residing inside my body made me feel like a dehydrated fish at that moment, trying hard to breathe with my mouth open, but not getting any oxygen. Analysis complete. My computer popped up a notification, and the memory card opened. "Damn hunters! They’ve almost hollowed out the entire underground. Our target is the dungeon where the test subjects are held, beneath District 27.There are more than ten sentries on guard around and three patrol teams." "Dungeon." Celena repeated me in a low voice. My Wolf felt her trembling. How pitiful! This place must be her nightmare. Celena’s Perspective The dungeon. I dare not recall it. I wanted to cover my head and crouch in a corner like when I was a child: "Don’t come near me. Don’t prick me with needles. Please, don’t... It hurts so much. Waaah, don’t come near me!" " "Celena." "Don’t be afraid, little lamb. Don’t be afraid. I’m here." Brett? I tried to raise my head slightly and meet Jacob’s brown eyes. He was so close to my face that I felt his appearance somewhat overlapped with Brett’s. "Celena, it’s me, Jacob." He handed me a glass of ice water mixed with syrup. I cupped it in my hands and drank it all in one gulp. It tasted so good, calming both me and my wolf. Jacob held me close, kissing my hair. "Sweetheart, I’m here. Don’t be afraid." I could hear the tremor in his voice, but it wasn’t fear. I could feel both him and his wolf were furious. He was worried about me. I knew. My wolf growled too. Neither of us liked the dungeon. "There are many locked doors in the dungeon. Keys are needed to open them. I remember that clearly." "Who has those keys?" "The keys are usually with Brett’s father. Sometimes they’re given to Uncle Dan." Though I hated recalling that pain, I knew everyone needed me. Thɪs chapter is updated by N0veI.Fiɾe.net