(Third Person).
Jeffery and the others followed, their movements swift and brutal. Within minutes, silence returned—broken only by the faint hum of dying machinery.
Meredith exhaled, lowering her blade. But the sight before her froze her breath in her throat.
Dozens of bodies. Broken test tubes. Cages—some empty, some still filled with the half-living.
Some werewolves lay inside glass chambers, their bodies mutilated, tubes protruding from their veins.
On the other side, human infants lie in incubation pods, their small chests rising and falling faintly.
Meredith's hand trembled as she pressed it to her mouth. "This is…"
Jeffery's voice was thick with disgust. "Monstrous. He was experimenting on both humans and werewolves."
Draven's gaze hardened. "That power-hungry beast that called himself human."
Meredith moved to one of the desks littered with notes and vials as her healer's instincts took over.
