On the eighth day, Stella found herself mid-meal when, without warning, the room was engulfed in the familiar gas. Before she could process what was happening, drowsiness overwhelmed her, and she descended into a deep slumber.
In a flashback to a time a few years earlier, Stella was submerged in a pool alongside five others, their hands tightly bound to an underwater structure. On the poolside, William, the Alpha of the pack, and Mark, his Beta, observed intently. William, holding a timer and eight knives, initiated a challenging test for the group.
As the timer counted down to 30 minutes, William dropped seven knives into the pool. The other five participants swiftly united themselves, retrieved the knives, and emerged from the water victorious. However, Stella chose a different path, remaining motionless and refusing to participate in the challenge. Observing her steadfastness, William, recognizing her resilience, dove into the pool, untied her, and carried her to safety.
Upon realizing that Stella wasn't breathing, William administered chest compressions in a frantic attempt to resuscitate her. Tense moments passed, and then, with an unexpected smile, Stella signaled that she had consciously decided not to take the knife. William, acknowledging her unique determination, responded with a smile of his own.
Returning to the present, Stella found herself once again in the room, surrounded by the gas. Drawing on her past experiences and training, she remembered how to navigate this peculiar situation. Holding her breath, she braced for the inevitable unconsciousness that would follow.
As the medical team entered the room to conduct their routine examination, Stella seized the opportunity. When the door creaked open, she pounced with instinctual agility, overpowering the unsuspecting medical staff in a swift and efficient manner. With precision, she disabled them, leaving them incapacitated on the floor.
Swiftly, Stella moved towards the door, her senses heightened. The sudden turn of events had shifted the balance of control within the sterile confines of the facility. With determination in her eyes, she reached for the doorknob, ready to venture into the unknown territory beyond.
As Stella ventured down the corridor, she followed her instincts, navigating the labyrinthine facility. Abruptly, she encountered four burly figures resembling security personnel. With lightning reflexes, she incapacitated them, rendering them unconscious on the cold floor.
Moving through the facility with urgency, Stella burst into a room where a group of girls was engaged in cooking. Laughter echoed in the air, but Stella wasn't there for amusement. Swiftly, she took one of the girls by surprise, disarming her and claiming the knife for herself. As she made her way through the room, another man approached, undeterred by the chaos around him. Stella, holding the first man she incapacitated as a makeshift shield, deftly maneuvered her way past him.
The next room she entered was occupied by girls engrossed in doing their makeup. Determined to find an exit, Stella confronted them, pointing the knife at the man's neck. To her bewilderment, the girls seemed unfazed and burst into laughter.
Just as Stella attempted to stab the man, a woman among the girls stood up. "Hold on, I know a way out. Follow me, and we can escape together," she proposed, beckoning Stella to a hidden door.
Exiting the room, Stella secured the door behind her, trusting the mysterious woman's lead. They navigated through the facility until reaching the rooftop. Stella, still gripping the man she used as a shield, questioned their next move.
"We need to jump to the other side for a chance to escape," the woman explained.
Stella hesitated, surveying the rooftop. Without warning, the woman leaped across the gap, urging Stella to follow. In a surprising turn of events, Stella decided to use the knife to incapacitate the man she held, ensuring he wouldn't hinder her escape.
Now unburdened, she sprinted towards the edge, preparing to make the daring jump. Mid-air, attempting to land safely, the woman on the other side produced a gun. A sudden burst of gunfire echoed through the rooftop as a searing pain radiated from Stella's shoulder. The bullet found its mark, disrupting her trajectory. Helplessly, she tumbled and crashed onto the other side of the rooftop, her escape plans unraveling in the face of unforeseen challenges.
Struggling to open her eyes, Stella found herself surrounded by armed men, their guns menacingly pointed at her. The woman who had shot her, to her surprise, turned out to be Inspector Rose, a familiar face from within the enigmatic facility.
"Where are you trying to escape to?" Inspector Rose demanded, her gun leveled at Stella. With a commanding gesture, she instructed some of the men to bring Stella back inside.
Weak and chained, Stella locked eyes with Inspector Rose as she was led indoors. However, instead of returning to her previous room, she was escorted to the interrogation room this time.
In the control room, Officer Daniel observed the unfolding scene, engaging in a hushed conversation with fellow officers.
"If she's not a beast, how can she survive such a shot from that level in her weakened state?" one officer pondered.
Daniel, his gaze fixed on the monitor, clarified, "She's not a beast; she's just a female werewolf."
"But if she is a werewolf, we should at least know the kind of power she possesses," another officer insisted.
Daniel, sensing the mounting curiosity, interjected firmly, "Enough of that."
As Stella found herself back in the interrogation room, the atmosphere crackled with tension. Inspector Rose, now in control, had questions that needed answers. Stella, weakened but defiant, awaited the next chapter of her unpredictable journey.
Inspector Rose, pacing in front of Stella, questioned her with an air of authority. "Why did you try to escape? What are you hiding?"
Stella, her gaze unwavering, replied in a hoarse voice, "I just want to know the truth about what's happening to me."
In the control room, the officers exchanged glances, sensing there was more to Stella's story than met the eye. Meanwhile, Officer Daniel, conflicted and troubled, observed the interrogation with a mix of concern and curiosity.
One officer couldn't resist teasing, "Daniel, are you in love with that werewolf?"
The question hung in the air, leaving Daniel caught in an unexpected moment of vulnerability and uncertainty.