Unitary (Reverse Harem 3)

“When the Council foun

d out what the Cats were doing, they took some experimentation upon themselves. Not everyone was in agreement with that tactic, so it split the Council into two factions. One faction believes in the natural evolution of Primals and their eventual death, and that sect is led up by their main man. The Bat. General Tera.”

I remember that man. I held his little body between my teeth.

“And the other faction?” I ask.

“There’s some dissent going on among that faction, even now. It’s headed up by the head Bear. Chief, they call him. He believes that if the experiments could help us, and if they can be done humanely, then they should be done to help save the populations of Primals who are fading out. But, there’s a sect sprouting off led by Doryu who believe that, humane or not, the experimentation should occur.”

“Doryu?” I ask.

“The Dragon.”

I clench my teeth as my memories come flooding back to me. I’m familiar with all of them. All of their beady eyes and disgusting forms and twisted ideologies.

“What experiments have the Council been indulging?” I ask.

“Project Eden was targeting female fetuses, but the Council wanted to see if it could work on male fetuses as well. But even the initial injections weren’t good. For females, the pregnant mothers were injected, and the fetus simply didn’t survive. For the males, the pregnant mothers were injected, and the fetus would literally eat the mother from the inside out. Then, the fetus would die from its own inability to care for itself.”

I crinkle my nose as bile rises up my throat.

“And this was okay with them?” I growl.

“Not for General Tera. He hates science. Won’t have anything to do with it. But Chief is a different story. He was horrified by the deaths, but he wanted the experimentation to continue. His theory was that if the serum were injected into a child already born, then maybe the effects would be different. No dead mother—”

“And possible evolution of an infant Primal,” I say.

“You’re catching on. And if that theory is correct?”

“That could be how they turned Kyle,” I say.

“You really are a smart one.”

I snarl at Joel, and he holds up his hands.

“Sorry. Trying to alleviate the tension.”

“Well don’t,” I say. “This is serious. Does the Council not think rules and morals apply to them?”

“Since they technically make up rules and morals for Primals, not so much,” he says.

“And how do you know all this again?”

“Spies on the inside, remember? At one point, that was how we were getting all of our information.”

“So where do you and your troop of humans come into play?”

Joel snickers and I furrow my brow.

“What?” I ask.

“You talk like you’re not one of us.”

“I’m not,” I say plainly.

“Yes, you are. You were turned against your will, but that doesn’t make you a Primal. You’re still a human. Simply—enhanced.”

“Will you feel that way when I morph into a wolf and sniff your carotid?” I ask.