Savage

“Savage!” I hear Dr. Whitaker, the same scientist who disappeared months ago and the same one that appeared at my birthday party right before my pack, was killed.

My eyes snap open at the sound of Dr. Whitaker's urgent voice, my heart pounding with a mixture of fear and confusion. I sit up in bed, my mind still foggy from sleep, as I try to make sense of his sudden appearance.

“What are you doing here?” I demand, my voice laced with suspicion. “How did you ...