How to Make a Monster?

                            i have never seen a greater monster or miracle in the world than myself                                                                                 michel de montaigne                                                                                             Prologue: It was broad daylight; there wasn't a single cloud in the sky as a woman sat on a desk by the window, bored out of her mind. Her long dark brown hair, similar to her brother's, was bloodless and clean. Her eyes were the same color, but not as bright as they were before. She had her mother's olive skin and had her father's pointing nose, giving her a look of being superior. Her hand twirled a knife as she sighed, exhausted for being off outside work for about a year. Instead, she was cooped up in a building, the research lab, as she would cut into werewolves trying to figure out every single, tiny, important detail. She had scars on her forearms, from a certain experience. Her nose healed slightly to the left from the punch that was landed onto her face. Her leg muscles were less defined as they were over a year ago; regrowing the muscles took longer than expected. "Would you stop twirling that knife?" A man similar in appearance walked in, staring at his sister. Her eyes stayed trained outside and her mouth was shut tight. Saying something would be nice. He shook his head, arms getting a little sore from all the hunting he was doing, and carrying a giant wolf wasn't helping either. His tall figure blocked the hallway off. His tone front and back pressing against his shirt as he walked forward. If it wasn't for the human smell he had, some would have thought he was a wolf. Terrible creatures, the women thought as she glanced over at her brother. Her eyes caught his, putting them both in an uncomfortable position, neither of them has gotten over what happened last year. "It's the only action I get around here, Hunter." The women laughed, her head slightly hurting and her thoughts started to blend together. I'm going to go crazy if I stay in here any longer. I was trapped long enough. "Figure something out with this one." Hunter threw the wolf to her feet, knowing that it couldn't hurt her as she did things to its body. Safe and sound, for now. He gave his sister another glance, knowing she would come back to the field sooner or later. "Anything I should be concern with," the women asked again, watching her older brother walk towards the beast. He pointed to the leg, revealing a bullet wound. "That's it, Paige. " He gave her a smile, kissing her forehead once she nodded her head before walking away. Paige didn't lean away, how she normally had been for the past year. She was slowly coming back to human contact. What secrets do you hold, wolfe? Paige kneeled down onto the wood floors, some blood sprouting through the cracks. Her last wolf came in this morning, destroyed to the point all she could do was let the blood drip out for examples. The fur of the beast was surprisingly soft, making Paige think it was one from a pack. If she was her old self, she would have screamed and yelled, declaring that pack wolves should be left alone unless it's for self-defense, but she wasn't that girl any longer. It deserved it. She started to cut into the chest, observing any muscles similar to the ones of a human. Her job was similar to some biologist, comparing the two for similarities leading to evolution or other theories of the world. The wolf bleeds, getting her hands wet as she held the knife. She continued, unaware of her hands losing the grip till it cut herself on the arm of the non-dominate side. She hissed, slamming her fist into the back legs. She glared at her hand, watching it do something so inhuman like. How is that even possible? Every single fact she earned at the Academy went against this theory. Then again, werewolves were real. She pressed her fingers on the scar, moving it around to force it open, yet it stayed healed. The cut in her hand, a deep one that would have needed stitches, healed all by itself. What could have caused that? My body never was able to do that. She looked on her body for any bites she had in the last two years, resulting in a clean sheet. From time to time, hunters would get bitten, slowly turning themselves into the creatures they hated the most. She was beyond happy, It's not a bite. Don't have to turn onto those rotten souls, but she was confused and determined to find the reason. I'll come back to it later, she moved her focus into the back legs. Already knowing the drill she started cutting into the wolf, seeing that the body healed itself. The bullet wound looked liked a doctor had treated it, fixing the tissue around the wound and fixing any damages for blood flow. Something is inside the body, like living antibiotics flying in the... tissue, cells, anything that can travel through the body. The healing ability was something the hunters wanted to know. If they knew, they could use their knowledge to create something against it. Paige, looking at the door, was lost in thought. Her mind recognizing something is happening inside the body of a werewolf that doesn't happen inside a human. DNA, maybe? No, they have similar DNA to a human in human form and in wolf form. Though, I could look into that process.