Chapter 203
203 The Hidden Lab
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“Miss, there are signs someone slipped here. He must’ve fallen.”
“Papa?” Brook gasped and tried to rush forward, but Perry pulled him back.
“Leave two men up top. The rest, come down with me. Keep the boy safe.”
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Brook was clearly anxious, but he knew better than to make a scene. As we geared up, he suddenly grabbed my arm in a panic.
“My dad’s bald! If you see him-”
“If he’s down there, I’ll bring him back,” I promised.
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gave
him one last look, then followed Perry down into the pit.
The slope was steep. Because of the possibility of Lupine virus exposure, we each inspected our hazmat suits one final time and secured our gas masks before descending.
We couldn’t shift into wolves while wearing the suits, so Perry led the way, anchoring ropes for us to climb down one at a time.
It didn’t take much effort. I reached the bottom in about ten minutes.
Perry cracked a glowstick, lighting up the space around us–and the body at his feet. It was a man, and he was bald.
I knelt to inspect him. The poor man hadn’t died of infection–he’d hit his head on a rock. His face was mangled from the fall. Even in death, his hands clutched a tiny rabbit, still refusing to
let go.
My chest tightened.
I thought of my past life. How, by the end, my father had lost everything. After being used and discarded by Aurelia and her people, he was drowning in debt. When he was dying, he used the last of his strength to shift into his wolf form and carried me out of the Shadowmoon Pack on
his back .
Even after escaping Aurelia’s pursuit, he collapsed on the ground and slowly turned cold. He didn’t get the chance to say a single word, but his eyes told me: run–run as far as you can.
He’d made mistakes. He’d trusted the wrong people. But in his final moment, I no longer hated him. In this life, I’d never hurt him.
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“Leave someone here to carry the body up. The rest, come with me.”
I turned and moved forward.
“Miss, please be careful. Let me lead,” Perry said, reaching for me.
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I smiled. “You’re stronger. Take the rear and guard us from behind. You don’t need to lead- Perry’s already clearing the path.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
We continued down the winding tunnel, eventually reaching a long, twisting corridor.
“This looks like a natural cave that’s been reinforced,” Perry said as he scanned the walls with a device. “Constructed about a year ago.”
A year? I nodded and looked around. Suddenly, I caught a foul scent and quickly ordered everyone to fall back. I tossed a glowstick forward.
Several crates lay scattered on the ground. One had burst open, broken glass and leaking tubes strewn across the dirt. The smell was coming from there.
My expression darkened. This was clearly a lab–an abandoned one.
And in that moment, a terrifying thought hit me.
This must have been where Ulrich conducted his Lupine virus research.
A secret lab, built over a year ago, hidden so well no one had discovered it–not even one werewolf?
Or maybe they had. Maybe they all died.
I suddenly remembered something I’d read in the town’s records–how, some time ago, a number of solitary werewolves had vanished without a trace. Men, women, children. The local guard had searched, but found nothing.
Damn it.
My eyes narrowed. “Pull out the head covers. Add another layer of protection.”
Once everyone was sealed tight, we moved forward again.
Five or six minutes later, we arrived at a stone chamber that had been converted into a full lab. Equipment was everywhere–vials, chemicals, machines, files, and books.
And bodies.
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Decayed werewolf corpses littered the floor, covered in glowing blue moss. Even the walls were coated in the same eerie substance. It shimmered in the glowstick light.
The entire scene looked like something out of a horror film.
“What is that?”
One of the warriors reached toward the moss.
“Don’t touch it. That’s viral crystallization—not moss,” I warned.
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