Not A Small-Town Girl

"No problem," Danielle replied calmly.

Elliot approached the patient and asked, "Are you all right? Do you remember what happened at the research lab?"

"Yes," the patient replied with a heavy nod. "That night, I was heading home late from work. I was ambushed and drugged. When I woke up, I was in the lab, where there were many others like me.

"From the moment we were captured, they injected us with all sorts of drugs, pushing us to the brink of death. Some couldn’t handle it and succumbed to the torment of the drugs. Every day, someone lost their life.

"For those who survived the initial rounds, we were sent to an underground lab for live experiments. The experiments were led by a woman. The other doctors called her Professor Sinclair. I was saved the day after I was sent there, so that’s all I know."

Elliot nodded as he processed the grim details. Evidently, the lab was conducting unspeakable experiments, but their ultimate goal remained a mystery. ’On the surface, Jackson appears to lead the Wulf Clan, but who’s really pulling the strings?’ he wondered.

amazing, Quillon," Morgan exclaimed, his eyes sparkling as he

"I’ll leave the rest of the patients

dumbfounded, shaking his head vehemently. "No, I can’t. I’ve tried, but

a few pointers and a

Morgan clenched his fists, thinking, ’I can’t let her down. I can do

glanced at his watch and said, "It’s almost lunchtime. Danielle, let’s grab something to

cafeteria is the best. You have to try it, Danielle," Lydia

must try the pork chop." Maximus flashed

were uncharacteristically attentive to a young woman, carrying trays

is the best-perfectly tender and flavorful.