Not The Plan

Silver:

“Who gave you the orders to do this? I never asked you to do this!” I yelled.

During my daily supervision of our weapons and others, I had come to realize that on the testing field, Rogu was no longer the only test subject.

There were several other men and women groaning and crying while silver bullets and knives poisoned with wolfsbane were used on them.

“The queen approved it,” an elder told me.

“Why are you testing these on innocent people? What does this solve?” I cried, as more soldiers shot bullets strategically into the bodies of the people tied on the ground.

“Like you said, Silver, several other wolves have been living among us and unfortunately we couldn’t tell because we didn’t have their sense of smell. But after much studying and testing, we were able to find these ones. More will still be found too,” he said with a note of pride in his voice.

“How do you even know they’re wolves?” I asked, finding the entire idea absurd.

“We have people that can tell.”

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