‘What is it?’ Talia muttered as she paced the floor of the cell next to Olivia’s weakened body, ‘what is so special damned about you? I've tested your blood with everything I can think of and there is nothing! Only dirty filthy werewolf blood!’
Olivia lay on the floor, her wolf silent within her, the silver chains cutting into her skin but she could no longer feel it. After a full night of repeated tests on the she wolf’s blood, the high priestess had soon given up with syringes and taken to slitting the she wolf’s veins open with a silver knife and collecting it in a dish as experiment after experiment had given her no answers.
‘Maybe I'm not the one you were warned about’ she mumbled incoherently, her eyes closed as her ragged breathing echoed around the chamber.
Stopping her pacing,
