Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
What the fuck was he?
Amelia was shocked.
This was … she had never seen anything like this before.
He stared at her. “You see it now?”
“See what? Doctor Milton, I have no idea what is going on,” she said.
Tears fell from her eyes, and she watched him, knowing that he wasn’t just human. He was something else.
There was no way he was part wolf, was he? She would’ve scented it. Known it.
“You’re going to be the one to tell me what I am. I’ve watched you, Amelia. I know you’re not human either. None of those people you run around with are. I’ve seen you. The Poison Wolves MC. That’s what you are, isn’t it? Go around hurting people. What did you plan to do to that dog? Eat him? I bet I saved him the misery of growing up with someone like you.”
“You bit Buster?” she asked.
“Yeah, I bit him. You and your little fuck buddy were closing in on me. Couldn’t have that. Needed you to be distracted.”
“Was it you that day? Outside of my house?” she asked.
If Milton had been changing into whatever he was, there was no way she’d have been able to recognize him.
“I needed to know what I am. Figured you’d know seeing as I saw you change.” Milton lifted the gun and pointed it at her. “You know, I’ve been shooting myself for a short time now, and I heal. Not perfectly, but it seems I heal from most wounds, and I’m guessing you do. Will you heal if I shoot you in the head?”
“Milton, no, I won’t. Please, stop. You have to stop this. You have to tell me what happened to you, so I can figure it out. You’re a human right. Born a human?” she asked.
Doctor Milton glared at her. “Yeah, I was a human. A good human. I saved animals’ lives. I’m a protector.”
“I know you are.” Amelia didn’t know if she should crawl forward, make him see that she was just like him on a certain level. What she didn’t want was to have that gun pointed at her for no good reason. “Milton, I need you to look at me, okay? Look at me.”
Doctor Milton stared at the gun for several seconds.
“Milton!” She cried out his name, hoping to gain his attention.
He looked up, and she tried to smile at him.
“It’s me, Amelia. I’m the woman that brought you the deer, okay? I found Rascal and Buster. I don’t eat meat. I’m a vegan.”
“You’re a wolf,” Milton said.
Amelia refused to admit it.
“I work at a bar. I … I used to work at a diner. I’ve worked at the library. I do whatever I can to survive. I don’t hunt. I don’t kill. I’m a good person. A very good and kind person,” she said. “Whatever has happened to you, it shouldn’t have. Someone … did something to you. You’ve got to tell me what it was.”
Milton growled.
The memory was bad for him, and as he seemed to think about it, it brought forward his transformation. He wasn’t quite wolf, nor human, but something in between.
This was why she didn’t exactly know what he was that day.
It had been Milton. A fully dressed, terrified, Milton.
But how?
Why?
Who had done this to him?
She reached for the cage and wrapped her fingers around the bars. “Look at me.” She screamed at him.
He stopped doing whatever it was he was doing. His face was covered with fur, but he had human facial features and long teeth. The sight of him was gruesome. The rest of his body also didn’t seem to match.
Odd.
“Tell me who did this to you. Tell me what happened,” Amelia said. “You have to tell me so that I can figure out how to make this right for you.”
He glared at her.
“I … I was out hunting, six months ago. I … I don’t like to do it often, and I never fire. I just, I hunt, without any ammo, I have a gun, watch the creatures, and then allow them to live.”
Amelia nodded. “That makes sense.” The Doctor Milton she knew would never harm a single animal.
“Something was off on this … trip. I got into position, but I sensed something watching me. I don’t know what it was, nor can I remember what happened. One moment, I was watching this group of rabbits, just happy, and the next, I felt pain. It hurt. It hurt so much that it was unbearable. When I woke up, I was naked. I had bite marks all over me, and I was covered in blood.” Milton bent forward, his arm wrapped around his stomach. “I’m hungry all the time. I need to eat. The rabbits I was watching … they were my dinner.” He started to snarl.
This wasn’t good. She was losing him.