Wolves of the new dawn

Fertility

*Torren*

I am rolled into another sterile looking room and parked under an expanse of white and steel machinery. Fear is creeping over me like a damp cold bedsheet, making my heart beat like crazy and my skin crawl. This feeling of being paralyzed, but feeling, hearing and seeing everything is honestly very scary.

The youngest doctor keep telling me that they are not out to harm me, that they just need to do a physical. But I have heard stories of the city and no matter what I do not trust them. My wolf is roaring in my head, but I am not capable of changing now.

“This is just going to scan you, it won’t hurt or anything. It will show you inside, but in a totally safe way,” she says, dragging a metallic arm above me. Then she pushes a button, and it starts running back and forth over my body, scanning my insides. I kind of feel like rolling my eyes; I know what a scanner does.

The two female doctors are looking at the screen, talking together, discussing every broken bone I have ever had, and that’s quite a lot, which I hear surprises them a lot.

The machine chirps and moves, taking X-rays, measuring, and doing whatever else these things do. I feel more and more agitated; I know something bad is coming. They wouldn't paralyze me like this for just a scan and some pictures.

“I am sorry... this might sting a bit.” The young doctor sends me a friendly smile and pushes a button.

Seconds later, I feel something cold touch my spine, and before I can wonder what it is, a cold pain washes through me as a needle shoots into my spinal cord, no doubt collecting a sample. I would scream if I could, but I can’t. There is nothing I can do besides just lying here and hoping the pain is over soon.

Luckily, the extraction doesn’t take long, and the needle pulls back, leaving only a slight throbbing behind. I silently breathe a sigh of relief. I hope the pain is over and that this humiliating examination will be over soon. I mean, lying here naked is just not my idea of fun.

“This might hurt too... but we... Well, we have to check if you are fertile; it could mean a real breakthrough in our research if you are,” she says, sending me an apologetic smile.

Wait, what? What is she going to do? I don’t want her touching me there. I don’t want to be...

My body momentarily goes into shock as the needle is shot into my left testicle, a blinding pain taking over my body and my wolf desperately claws inside my mind. Holy f**k, I have never known pain before this moment, and I am literally begging that I can just pass out from the pain.

Finally, the needle is extracted, and I feel tears running from my eyes. I knew this city was a bad place; I knew I was taking a risk coming here, but I had to. And I have to get out of here, with the medicine, or all might be lost.

“Just one more, and it is over,” she says, pushing more buttons.

One more! No... no, no, no... my brain screams, and as the needle is inserted into my right testicle, I feel like my body is arching, muscles spasming... but in reality, I am lying perfectly still.

Right now, I really wish she had done this the nice way... the old-fashioned way... at least that would not have left me wanting to die.

Finally, the needle is retracted, and she actually pulls a blanket over me. “Sorry... you will be taken to your room, and your mobility should start to come back soon.”

Room? What about calling it what it is, a cell.

3 days later

*Freesia*

As we had hoped, the male turned out to be fertile, and not merely fertile, but extraordinarily so. The purity meant we didn't even have to clean the sample. And whatever he might be, the DNA of his sperm is human.Today, I am inseminating the first female candidate, my younger sister Raylee, with his sample. She's been selected because she is the concubine of NEO Cormac Peterson.

I've taken to calling him Apollo, inspired by an ancient book I once read. Apollo was the god of light and poetry in what was once known as ancient Greece. His very existence brings light to humanity, and the way he moves, with an elegance that belies his strength, seems like poetry in motion.

"So... How does this... savage look like? Is he scary?" Raylee asks, emerging from the changing room in the latest fashion, her hair and makeup done to perfection.

"No... he isn’t scary... and honestly, he isn’t really savage either," I reply, feeling increasingly conflicted about keeping him confined.

She peers down the hallway with curiosity. "Can I see him? You know, to get an idea of what my child might look like?"

"I suppose a quick look won't hurt." I lead her down the corridor. "Come on, then."

At the wall, I press the button, and she steps beside me, looking into the room. "Is that him? But... he is so tall and hairy... and what's wrong with his eyes?"

"Nothing as far as we know, they are just blue," I say, a hint of annoyance creeping into my voice. "And yes, he's tall and a bit hairy. We believe it's due to the high levels of testosterone."

"It looks odd... but kind of exotic too," she muses, her expression thoughtful. "Honestly, I do hope I get pregnant... I mean, can you imagine having a baby... like a real little living human baby?"

I shake my head. "No... I actually can't... but I hope for both you and humanity that you will get pregnant."

"Thanks, sis." She smiles at me. "I wish you would come visit more often."

I sigh, the divide between our worlds palpable. "You know how I feel about the world you live in... the people you surround yourself with."

"The upper class, you mean. The national directors and the entertainers," she says, her voice touched with sadness. "Well, it's better than the slums."

"It's just not for me."