Kelly P.O.V.
"Hurry! Hurry up!" I hear myself say frantically to the captives in my father's secret lab of horrors. "We don't have much time! Hurry up!"
The heavy iron bars of the cell strained my arms as I yanked it open. The prisoners looked at me with cautious eyes, unmoving and untrusting, their arms bruised and branded with the markings of my father. "Who are you? Why are you helping us?" One of the men asked. He looked like the youngest one in the cell. I wish I could help the pregnant Native American she-wolf that they just brought here, but she is sickly. I don't have time to treat her and release everyone, too.
"Because this isn't right! Just get out! Don't ask any more questions! Just go! Hurry! Hurry up! Just go!" I said, looking over my shoulder and listening for any unwelc
