（Lily's pov）

Today is the day they let out of my chains. It's also my chance, to escape from the Redmoon pack, exactly from the laboratory or more like dungeon of the pack.

It has been more than one year since I was sold here, and also has been more than one year I was tortured by them

This pack is known for their high knowledge and advanced technology. They are specialists in torture methods, because of their reputation no rogue has the guts to come near their territory.

They suggested a trade with other packs to strengthen the solidarity between them. A way to seem less harmless with their reputation.

They help the packs with rogues with the simple price of taking them for their experiments. Killing two birds with one stone.

Word got around and some people started to hunt rouges to then sell them to the Redmoon pack....some even betray pack members and sell them for money.

Unluckily, I'm one of them. I'm T.O

Test Object

No.56

They create potions for their own pack but also gain profit by supplying other packs with regeneration potion and other medicine related products.

Then they inject it to see if it has any side effects, how fast the regeneration is by cutting off our fingers or limbs. They try this with other factors in play such as wolfsbane and silver, both are toxic and usually slow down werewolves' natural regeneration.

I am the only person who had survive for this long in this he*l hole, it's not surprising if something they injected me helped me survive this year.

It seems that my long survival made me their favorite toy.

What surprises me that I almost forget my own name but never forget their names.

Brad. Tom. Zack.

Last night they knew the wolfbane injection doesn't have an effect on me, so they threw silver knifes with Wolfsbane on my leg. Then they gave me an unhealthy dose of anesthetics to make sure that I don't plot anything in the release day.

But in the past year my body embraced the amount of sedative I was given each moth, it doesn't affect me like the first time.

Just as I thought my plan, an omega named Jenn, also one of my plans, is here for this week's cleaning, she's really sweet. Every time I saw her I felt a kind of familiarity. She has the duty for to clean me which includes the weapons that are still me buried in my body.

Even though she can't stand the sight of blood she always looks directly in my eyes while taking knifes out, it was like her big hazel eyes were asking for permission each time she took a knife out. I glanced down at her bruises, her forearm was purple and blue. Her legs had similar bruises. I thought they would treat their pack members better than us.

I want to help her, and I also need her help.

Now or never.

"Can you..help me with something?" My voice was hoarse like a whisper.

Her head snapped to me, her hazel eyes wide in surprise, I normally don't talk to anyone not even when they torture me. Talking means making an effort something that costs energy.

She composed herself and nodded without a second thought.

She really is a kind girl.

"Can you give me a silver knife?" My voice coming out clearer than before.

"How should I give it to you? You are chained" I looked at her a little perplexed.

Without questioning?

"Why?" I know it's dumb to ask. She is either willing to do it or she was curious what I wanted with it.

Her warm hazel eyes had something within them that I couldn't quite grasp.

"If I can help somebody why not?" She looked at me like it's the most obvious.

A small chuckle escaped my lips. I like her.

"Starting from the brick under me, 11 to the left from there 4 right. You should be able to lift that brick put the knife in the hole and close it"

She did everything and left. I thanked her.

Now I have to wait until they unleash me.

..Clack

The gate. Someone is coming...

I immediately pretended to be unconscious because of the drug.

He let out of my chain after making sure that I was weak. Then he left.

Now I have to wait for the three gentlemans to chain me again.

Steps.

They are coming.

"Hey, No.5. Open your eyes you worthless piece of sh*t." Brad asked with mock sarcasm, I was sitting, my head hanging low showing no sign of being awake. Brad came slowly closer and crouched in front of me. Tom and Zack left the room propably to get their 'toys'

torture tools

, leaving me with Brad.

I slowly open my eyes, he lookes me in the eyes a sadistic smile appearing on his face.

Now or never.

I took the knife before he could react to it I swiftly stabbed him right in the heart and coverd his mouth with my hand to muffle his scream, they were careless to let the door open even if Brad was here. I pulled the knife out, his heart stopped beating.

I hear the other two approaching, I stumbled a little before I hid behind the door if I'm lucky enough they get distracted with Brad's corpse and I can kill one of them from behind.

"Brad!!" I hear Tom scream he ran to him Zack right behind him horror written on his face.

I closed the door and ran as fast as I can to Tom, the sound of the closing door startled them their eyes on me. Zack watched frozen how I stabbed his friend in the heart and knocked us on the floor.

Zack was quick to recover and attempted an attack but I was quick to dodge his attack after I grabbed a taser which was on Tom's hip, not waiting for another second he launched for another attack this time with his claws out.

I crouched down, blinded by his rage he stumbled over me and fell staight on his face.

That was my sign to slam the knife in his chest.

He gasped and let a scream of agony out, his breathing stopped all three of my torture are dead.

No time to lose.

After dealing with their bodies, I took the key from my Bard, wore a clean cloak and left the room where chained me so long.

A big room with bright light and white painted walls greeted me there were tables and chairs.

A large window was in the room, I opened it and loocked down to see that it was not that high just around 19 feet for a werewolf not a problem for a drugged and tortured one..

Meh.

I'm out.

Next step, find Jenn and take her away.

On my way here I got rid of the smock while running through the forest.

I stood in the shadows of the forest near the pack house waiting for the crowd of people going in and out, to cease. With quiet steps I followed the trail of what I think is her scent, with all the scents in the air it's hard distinguish all the smells.

Her scent led me behind the pack house where a small staircase led me down to a decayed wooden door.

I'm pretty sure it's her scent...

I pushed the door finding her half—naked in the bed covered with wounds all over her body.

How could they do that to her! I growled with anger.

I looked at her wide eyes filled with recognition, before I did anything I spoke to her slow and quiet "My name is...Lily kim I'm here to help you. I am going to take my hand off you but don't scream if the guards hear you, not just me but also you will get executed" she nodded her head eagerly.

I took my hand off her mouth with my other hand that still held her in place.

Looking her dark purple bruises, I asked "Who did this to you?" My voice was threatening, I didn't even recognise myself I felt like some overprotective Alpha mate.

You are scaring her dumbass.

You are my wolf....you know you really took your damn time to finally talk to me. What is your name?

Dahlia, you named me Dahlia..

I don't know what is wrong with me, knowing that she had to endure something like that lets my blood boil.

I also feel it, the need to protect her...there must be some kind of bond.

Comfort her. We don't know what happened to her but her smell tells the story, she needs someone by her side.

I suck at comforting.

I know.

I stepped in front of her, I snuck my arms around her pulling her in a close hug, her head leaning on my shoulder.

I awkwardly patted her dark blonde hair, minutes of silence passed till I spoke.

"...Did they ra*e you?"

She began to sob heavily I took that as my answer.

"Jenn, do you want to come with me?"

She whipped her tear stained cheeks and looked into my eyes "Yes" her voice was strong, her eyes held determination.