The Watcher
To know her, I must betray the pack.
They call me inferior, defective, unworthy, but alone in the observation room, I find an angel on my monitor. All I want is to be a part of her world, to fit into the mold they claim I don’t suit. But to join her, I’ll have to betray the pack.
I forge my body into one that will meet their expectations, the same way I forge my papers, slipping in amongst them undetected.
I will find her and make her mine.
Syl
Everyone thinks I love it here– the booze, the sex. I’m the perfect party girl, always ready, and willing, like a good pack mother in the breeding program should be. But I hate it. The walls of this place are closing in on me, and the more cycles pass without my conceiving, the more likely I’ll be sent to work the poisoned fields like my sisters. To watch as my fingernails fall out and my hair comes out in clumps– a pointless life of hard labour for the glory of future generations. It’ll be all I’m good for if I can’t have children.
One extension, another three cycles to try, and if I fail to achieve a pregnancy, they’ll load me up and ship me off. I’m luckier than most, but I know this is my last chance. I need to get pregnant, and I’ll do anything to get me there.
Buckle up.
To know her, I must betray the pack.
They call me inferior, defective, unworthy, but alone in the observation room, I find an angel on my monitor. All I want is to be a part of her world, to fit into the mold they claim I don’t suit. But to join her, I’ll have to betray the pack.
I forge my body into one that will meet their expectations, the same way I forge my papers, slipping in amongst them undetected.
I will find her and make her mine.
Syl
Everyone thinks I love it here– the booze, the sex. I’m the perfect party girl, always ready, and willing, like a good pack mother in the breeding program should be. But I hate it. The walls of this place are closing in on me, and the more cycles pass without my conceiving, the more likely I’ll be sent to work the poisoned fields like my sisters. To watch as my fingernails fall out and my hair comes out in clumps– a pointless life of hard labour for the glory of future generations. It’ll be all I’m good for if I can’t have children.
One extension, another three cycles to try, and if I fail to achieve a pregnancy, they’ll load me up and ship me off. I’m luckier than most, but I know this is my last chance. I need to get pregnant, and I’ll do anything to get me there.
Buckle up.
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