Sammara's point of view
The Wolf had stopped breathing half an hour ago.
His body, now forever frozen in his transformation, half man and half Wolf lay in a pond of his waste, we scattered across the gray floor and walls. The potent smell was nauseating, causing my nose to wrinkle. But looking around I could see that I was the only one who found it like that, the others had gotten used to this scenario well before I arrived.
Two weeks in this place and the deaths of these Wolves kept giving me nightmares.
"This time we have had progress, the subject has lasted three days longer than the previous ones"
Reluctantly I turned to face Keith, who was staring at the corpse with that mixture of apathy and ambition to which I had become so accustomed. With his dark hair disheveled with pieces
