Lana POV
I grabbed the doorknob and flung the door open, raising the gun in front of me ready for anything. But to my surprise, there was no one there. No footsteps, no movement. Just silence. The room must be soundproof. That would explain why no one had come running after the shots.
I didn't know where they had taken Ken, but I was certain they'd attacked him too. This place was massive, a maze of hallways and closed doors, and I had no idea where to begin. Heart pounding, I started opening the doors one by one, moving cautiously and quietly through the house.
Eventually, I came across a room with the door slightly ajar. I moved closer, pressing myself against the wall beside it. Voices drifted out low, tense.
"What do you mean you gave the wrong injection?" a man's voice snapped, sharp with anger. I peered through the gap and spotted two men in lab coats.
"I-I'm sorry," the other stammered. "I didn't know it was the wrong one."
"Do you even understand what you've done? The implications? You could ruin everything!" the first man shouted, pacing.
I think I was given the wrong injection too, the second muttered. That must be why it didn't work on me
"Sorry? Do you think that's enough? You better pray this doesn't screw up our entire plan. Now get out there and give her the correct dose before she wakes up!"
My breath caught. They're talking about me.
I quickly ducked into the shadows. As soon as the men reached the doorway, I seized my chance. Grabbing him, I yanked him into the corner and drove my claws straight into his eyes. His scream was short-lived. I made sure he was dead before stepping into the room.
Carefully, I set the gun down to avoid making noise. I sprang into action, attacking the other man from behind with brutal precision.
I scanned the room, my eyes landed on a narrow passageway, almost hidden behind a shelf. Without wasting a second, I snatched up the gun again and slipped through the passage, moving silently but swiftly.
The passage led me to a large lab.
My heart clenched.
Ken lay unconscious on a steel table, surrounded by four men in lab coats. My blood boiled, fury flooding my veins. I forced myself to stay calm, calculating my next move. I had to be smart one wrong move and he could die.
Just as I was about to strike one of them from behind, his phone rang. He pulled it from his back pocket, a smirk curling on his lips as he pressed the answer button.
"Ethan, thank you for your help. We've secured him it was much easier than we expected. We thought he was powerful, but capturing him was almost too easy," one of the men said, his tone laced with smug satisfaction.
"I told you guys," came a voice from the other end of the call. I froze. I knew that voice. Ethan.
My heart sank. Is he working with them?
"But I must admit," the man continued, glancing over at Ken, "this one seems… alert. Much more active than that Sienna girl you brought us. She was practically dead already completely useless."
My blood ran cold.
Sienna. Ken's sister.
So Ethan had sold her to the human hunters too. And ken didn't even know she died?
What a tragic betrayal.
My hands tightened around the gun, trembling with rage. I wanted to scream, to burst into the room and make the guys pay for what they did, but I couldn't. Not yet. Ken's life was on the line. I had to be smart, no matter how much it hurt to stay hidden.
The man with the phone chuckled darkly. "Anyway, we'll run the tests on him tonight. If he survives, good. If not well, at least we'll have gotten something out of it. Unlike that waste of a girl."
I bit down on my lip, hard enough to draw blood. My vision blurred with fury. They called her a waste. Like she was nothing.
Ken had no idea that the sister Ethan was using to threaten him... was already dead. The weight of that truth pressed heavily on my chest. If only he knew. If only he knew the depth of Ethan's betrayal.
"I'll call you later and give you feedback on how it goes," the man said casually before ending the call. He had no idea things wouldn't go as planned.
Not if I'm here. Not while I still have breath in my body.
The other man snorted and turned to his colleague. "Ethan said we could still use him to threaten his pack after we've taken what we need from him. That actually sounds like a good deal."
He leaned back, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "We might even get more wolves to hand themselves over willingly. Seems like wolves are far more loyal than humans."
He burst into laughter, cruel and mocking.
I gritted my teeth, fighting the surge of anger rising in me like wildfire. You'll regret ever thinking that, I promised silently. Because tonight, your plan dies with you.
"I heard the entire pack would be willing to sacrifice themselves to save their Alpha," one of the men said with a sneer. "It's only a matter of time before we have them all."
My head spun, a strange sense of déjà vu gripping me. Something about this felt... familiar. A buried memory clawed its way to the surface voices echoing in a dim room, hushed arguments laced with urgency.
Then it hit me.
I remembered my father and. They were talking about human hunters.
It was right before everything changed.
Right before my rebirth.
And in that moment, I realized something that made my blood run cold.
My father was part of all these.