The lights began to turn on in the facility from the darkness only artificial light is brought to this hell on earth. The sounds of whimpers and howls signaling that the doctors have started their rounds. No two wolfs are exactly alike each one has their own personalities and hopes, but what would that matter in a place like this. In one of the cells on the second floor where they keep the Alphas their is one named Angelo, once a young pack leader to the pack known as the black fangs now he lays in his cell unable to run and be free as he was before.

Angelo opened his eyes and he moved his hand gently towards the wall before clawing another stick onto it, 213 days in this cell. Angelo cant do much else then mark the time he has spent in his cell away from his pack, his mate, and what he can only assume is his newborn pup who he has never seen. Angelo used to think it was a curse to be like this: to turn into wolves the monsters of the night. Angelo soon learned from coming here that it was the other way around. Angelo was a saint compared to these monsters experimenting on them and separating families to satisfy their own gains. 

Angelo soon saw the doctor come in with two guards as per the routine that he be injected with the very thing making him immobile, wolfsbane. The very name means to kill him but they dilute it or use a specific dose that is just enough to keep Angelo alive but unable to move like he was on deaths door waiting for it to open. Once they finished their business they left Angelo to his thoughts and all he could think about was his mate and what his pup would look like right now and if they would ever be a family...