CIAN
The rubber gloves came first. They were thick and industrial. The kind used for handling the most corrosive substances. I pulled them on slowly. The rubber squeaked against my skin.
Then the sentinels wheeled in the barrel.
It was massive. Wide enough to fit a person's head and shoulders. The liquid inside sloshed as they positioned it in the center of the room. The smell hit me immediately. Sharp. Acrid. It burned the inside of my nose.
Wolfsbane juice.
Concentrated enough to eat through flesh in seconds.
The Omegas started crying.
"Please, Alpha," one of them sobbed. "Please, we don't know anything."
"We're innocent," another one said. Her voice cracked. "We would never hurt the Grand Luna."
The sentinels were quieter. But I could see the fear in their eyes. The way their hands trembled at their sides. The way they kept glancing at the barrel and then back at me.
It was a good start.
