Liberation and Chaos
: Liberation and Chaos
(Olivia’s POV)
As the effects of the sedative gradually diminish, I close my eyes and extend my consciousness into the various corners of the facility.
What I saw made my blood run cold.
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The facility wasn’t just a research lab–it was a slaughterhouse. Dozens of werewolves were imprisoned in underground cells, many with fresh surgical scars. Some were missing limbs. Others lay motionless, their chests cut open and partially sutured.
“Moon Goddess,” I whispered, horror washing over me.
I could see everything -Faelan’s entire operation laid bare. In one room, surgeons were harvesting a heart from an unconscious wolf. In another, technicians were cataloging organs in preservation units.
This wasn’t medicine. This was butchery.
My fingers flew over the cell’s electronic lock, and the door clicked open. I slipped into the corridor, staying close to the wall. Two guards stood at the end of the hallway, their backs to
- me.
I needed a distraction–something big enough to create chaos but controlled enough not to harm the prisoners.
The main generator room appeared on my mental map of the facility. Perfect.
I closed my eyes again, focusing my energy on the generator’s control systems. With careful precision, I triggered another electrical surge through the vibration.
The explosion wasn’t massive, but it was enough. The lights flickered and died, plunging the facility into darkness. Emergency lights cast an eerie red glow through the corridors.
I quickly entered an empty office where the computer was not locked. Alarms blared as the backup systems kicked in, but I was already working on those. One by one, I disabled the security protocols and released the electronic locks on every cell door in the facility.
“What’s happening?” I heard a guard shout.
“System failure! All cells are opening!”
Chaos erupted throughout the facility–growls, screams, the thunder of
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running feet. The freed werewolves, driven by rage and trauma, were attacking their captors.
I moved quickly through the corridors, dodging panicked staff and vengeful prisoners. I needed to get back to Ethan before Annelise realized what was happening.
A guard rounded the corner, his eyes widening when he saw me. Before he could raise his weapon, I delivered a swift kick to his knee, followed by a strike to his throat. He crumpled, and I grabbed his access card.
The elevator was down with the power outage, so I took the emergency stairs, climbing back up to the main level where Ethan was being kept.
The medical wing was eerily quiet compared to the chaos below. Most of the staff had fled or gone to help contain the situation downstairs.
I slipped into Ethan’s room and locked the door behind me. He remained unconscious, his breathing shallow but steady.
The computer terminal in the corner was still functioning on backup power. I quickly accessed it, sending our exact location to Matthew through an encrypted channel.
“Help is coming, Ethan,” I whispered, approaching his bed. “Just hold on.”
I examined the IV drip connected to his arm. Whatever they were giving him was keeping him under, but I suspected it wasn’t a natural coma. His brain activity readings were too high for someone truly unconscious.
Pressing my forehead against his, I closed my eyes and tried to sense his consciousness. To my surprise, I could feel his mind–active, alert, but trapped within his body. They weren’t keeping him unconscious; they were paralyzing him.
“You’re awake in there, aren’t you?” I whispered. “You can hear everything.”
The horror of his situation hit me. How long had he been like this? Aware but unable to move, speak, or even open his eyes?
I searched the room frantically, looking for something to counteract the paralytic. The medical refrigerator in the corner contained various vials and syringes.
One label caught my eye: “Epinephrine – Alpha Grade.”
It was risky, but epinephrine might stimulate his wolf enough to overcome the paralytic. I filled a syringe with the recommended dosage and returned to Ethan’s side.
“I don’t know if this is a good idea,” I warned him, though I wasn’t sure he could hear me. “But
it’s our best chance.”
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I injected the epinephrine directly into his IV line. For several tense moments, nothing happened. Then his heart monitor began to beep faster, his pulse racing as the powerful stimulant hit his system.
A low growl emanated from his chest–not human, but wolf. His wolf was fighting back against the drugs.
Suddenly, the building shook with the force of a distant explosion. The freed prisoners must have reached the laboratory’s fuel storage.
“Come on, Ethan,” I urged, watching his vitals climb. “Wake up. We need to get out of here.”
His fingers twitched, then his eyelids fluttered. The wolf growl grew louder.
Just as hope surged within me, a bone–chilling roar echoed through the corridor outside–the unmistakable sound of an enraged Alpha wolf.
Heavy footsteps thundered toward us, growing louder with each second. I positioned myself between the door and Ethan’s bed, ready to defend my brother.
The door exploded inward with such force that it tore from its hinges, revealing a towering figure silhouetted in the doorway.
Faelan Moonstone stood before me, his eyes glowing with Alpha power, his face contorted with rage.
“You,” he snarled, his voice barely human. “Lyra’s daughter.”
I held my ground, refusing to show fear. “It’s over, Faelan. Everyone knows what you’ve been doing here.”
He laughed, a cold, cruel sound. “You think I care? When I’m finished with you, there won’t be enough left to identify.”
He stepped into the room, his massive frame blocking the only exit. Behind me, Ethan’s monitors continued to beep frantically as his wolf fought to wake.
Faelan’s eyes flicked to his son, then back to me. “Two of Lyra’s children in one room,” he said, his lips curling into a sinister smile. “How convenient.”
