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You Have Two Choices, Which One Will You Pick?
"YOU'RE A BRAVE GIRL, HARLOW," Amanda said, her dark eyes watching as one of her fellow scientists pulled the needle out of her arm. Wincing, Harlow felt the numbness at the tips of her fingers- 'I need Michael.' Almost an hour ago, Amanda had sent guards to the room, dragging her away from an exhausted Michael who'd tried to fight them off. Then, she was forced into a small, cramped room where scientists didn't hesitate to start taking her blood, studying her body and running tests in annoying machines in the corner.
Everything about this felt like a bad dream she couldn't wake up from; everything Harlow knew about the world before this was so off. Back then, she saw Michael as a crazed enemy, and the Pack that had taken in her mother and herself were the ones who were sane. Boy was that far from the truth. These people were far from merciful.
Harlow looked down at the straps on her wrists, locking her down in the uncomfortable, reclined chair. These
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