Miranda
My throat is raw and hoarse from screaming. I’m strapped to the gurney with a madman standing over me. He’s already taken my blood four times using dirty, unsterilized equipment. The fellow prisoners were right—there’s no real science happening here. Just a delusional lunatic who thinks he’s a real scientist. And enjoys inflicting pain. I scream as he shoves the needle under my thumbnail in deeper.
“Shift!” the madman shouts at me, spittle flying from his mouth. “You have bear DNA growing inside you. Use it to shift!”
I scream again.
The other women are huddled in their cages, eyes closed, ears plugged to block out the horror of my torture.
Suddenly the door comes crashing in, rent from its hinges. I hear Bear barking and the snarl of a very real bear.
Caleb.
I knew he’d com
