Chronicles of the Wolf

27

— Name?— a man with glasses came into the room with a notebook.

— If you want to burn us, why the hell are you interrogating us?—Olga asked.

— This is a laboratory, not a torture chamber.— the man lowered his eyes.

— Well... so... Your name?—

— Olga Karsten!— the wolf screamed.— Olga Karsten, Queen of the north by right of battle. Are you dissecting us now?—

— No. We are not the kind of people who kill those separated from human DNA. We are studying you. Maybe we can cure these abnormalities. So... Three pale guys. Are you not related? What are your names?—

— None of your business, man!—Bjorn hissed. The current suddenly went through the handcuffs. Bjorn gritted his teeth. The Swede's fingers turned white.

— Bastard!—Maria snapped.

— People are stupid, don't blame fools for their stupidity...—Bjorn whispered in Swedish.

None of them said anything. The lights were turned off and they were left chained in the dark.

— What kind of freaks are they?—Christophe tugged at the chains.— Silver