[Margaret's Perspective]
Benjamin's laboratory had a very thorough protection system for the experimental subjects. I glanced through the glass window at the researchers in sterilized suits moving back and forth, before finally resting my gaze on the she-wolf lying on the bed.
I had imagined what she would look like now, but when I actually saw her again, I suddenly felt that I had been too merciful before. Her current state was her best possible retribution, as the Moon goddess had not spared her.
Most of Angel's skin had deteriorated away, with the only flesh still visible on her face and neck. But even that was just a piece of lifeless, worn-out hide!
There used to be a very elderly grandmother in the Silver Moon Pack, the oldest she-wolf I had ever seen, but now I had changed my mind.
