Chapter 1

The full moon would be rising after dinner, which meant no more screwing around. Athena needed out of her prison before anyone confirmed her secret. She'd done well holding tight, not giving into the anger when they spent hours hosing her down with frigid water. She'd not barked once when they forced her to spend time with cats or someone delivered something to her cell. The sirens they played had her tempted to howl, but she bit her tongue.

Pretending to be a normal human being took its toll, but she'd managed thus far. However, Athena couldn't do anything about the blood and tissue samples the various technicians took. At least she could be comforted with the fact a few weird chromosomes didn't mean shit without proof of what that special twist in her DNA meant.

But she wouldn't be able to hide her secret tonight.

A week of flirting with her afternoon guard would hopefully pay off. She needed to escape before they trotted her outside and exposed her to moonlight—the one thing she couldn't resist.

Simon, the guy on shift, arrived with her meal tray, and Athena offered him a simpering smile as he brought it into her cell. He no longer gave her the daily warning to stand in the far corner. Her ploy to fool him into thinking her harmless appeared to be working.

As Simon set down her dinner, she murmured, "Thanks. You take such good care of me." Athena batted her lashes so hard they almost took flight.

"Just doing my job." Simon hitched his pants by the loops and puffed his barrel chest. A thick fellow, but she'd tussled with bigger.

"Guess after tonight we won't see each other anymore once they realize I'm not what they think I am." Her lips turned down in feigned sadness.

"You could call me when you're released," he offered. "We could go to dinner and stuff."

"If only that were possible. Given what I know about this facility, I fear what they'll do to me." She ducked her head as she played the melodramatic damsel.

"I'm sure Dr. Rogers won't do anything drastic. Mistakes happen."

Of course, Simon would defend the doctor who'd been the one to trap her and organize the tests. Everyone in this installation worshipped Dr. Rogers, the man who'd caught the first Sasquatch. The guy who'd proved the existence of Ogopogo while also disproving Nessie using some kind of deep sonar tech. And now Dr. Rogers planned to out lycanthropes.

She still had no idea how he'd sniffed out her existence. Athena always took great care to never be seen when she ran on four feet.

"I hope you're right and this is all a big misunderstanding, but what if this is my last moment on Earth?" She clutched her chest. "What if my last kiss was that slobbery one by that drunk in a bar? If only I had a nicer memory to take with me."

Simon blinked, and it took his pea-sized brain a second to figure out what she hinted at.

"Uh, er…" He glanced at the camera in the cell with its red blinking light.

Someone always watched and listened. It took everything in her to be as boring as possible. Lying on her cot counting the dots in the ceiling tile. Staring off blankly into space. When she couldn't stand to be sedentary, she'd do push-ups or jumping jacks but not so many as to seem suspicious.

They must be wondering by now if they'd assumed wrong since she'd not once peed in a corner nor wagged her butt in excitement when her dinner came with dessert.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have even asked. I'm just so scared! It's so unfair. I didn't do anything," she exclaimed and grabbed the pudding—chocolate, her favorite—and threw it. Her aim proved good, as it hit the camera and gooey goodness smothered the lens, ruining their eyes and hopefully muffling their ears. She wouldn't have long.

"Oh shit," Simon muttered, eyeing the mess.

She grabbed him by the shirt. "Quick, kiss me before they come."

"Uh…"

What a meathead. Would she have to do everything?

A mash of her mouth to Simon's distracted as she divested him of the notepad in his back pocket, where she knew he kept the door codes written because Simon couldn't remember the many-numbered sequences. She'd been carefully scouting which of the guards she could use in her escape, and Simple Simon won hands-down.

As Simon began to moan, she suddenly shoved him in the direction of the cot. The backs of his legs hit it, and he fell hard. Bemused, he didn't immediately clue in that she'd exited to the hall, but he started yelling when she slammed the cell door shut.

Step one, get out of her room. Done.

She ran up the hall, bare feet slapping the cold tile. The next door had a keypad. She flipped open the notebook and could have cursed at the sloppy writing. Simon had several entries; Main, Pretty Girl, Ugly Dude. Hall 1, Hall 2, Stairs, Yard.

Which one to use? When Hall 1 didn't work, she cursed and quickly punched Hall 2. As the door clicked and she yanked it open, an alarm went off.

Things were about to get dicey. Usually her favorite kind.

The next hall held a woman in a lab coat carrying a tablet. Dr. Lanier, the psychologist who'd been trying to trick Athena into admitting her furry side.

As if. Athena had been taught from a young age to never ever say a thing. Daddy might be gone now, but his lessons remained.

"What are you doing out of your cell?" Dr. Lanier squeaked.

"Blowing this joint. I'd say nice knowing you, but that would be a lie," Athena grumbled as she barreled for the woman. Lanier did nothing to stop her, unless screeching, "Help!" counted.

The shoulder Athena used to ram the doctor aside proved satisfying. Not as satisfying as, say, biting her, but Athena didn't have time for revenge. Plotting retaliation would come later.

If she escaped.

The next keypad unlocked the door the moment she punched in the code for the stairs. It opened onto a staircase and elevator. Since the numbers showed it coming down, she fled up the steps and ran into a pair of soldiers descending. Her momentum let her drive into their legs and send them tumbling. She continued her bolt upwards, only to stop in surprise at the first-floor landing.

Dr. Rogers stood there waiting for the elevator. A pair of armed guards flanked the tall man with his wire-rimmed glasses, bowtie, and customary white coat. The guards aimed their revolvers at Athena.

Dr. Rogers yelled, "Don't shoot to kill. We need her alive."

A fellow with an impressive mustache said, "So aim for a leg or an arm?"

Their hesitation gave Athena the chance she needed. She roundhouse-kicked the gun out of one hand and followed with an uppercut to the second guy. As they reeled in surprise, a left hook plus a right cross laid another two other guards flat out. Thank you, Daddy, for the lessons and increased strength. Athena might not look it, but she could pack a punch.

The doctor didn't look impressed she'd taken out his security. "There is no escape. Even if you make it out of the facility, I will find you."

"You're assuming I won't find you first," she chirped. "I'll be seeing you…" She waved as she slammed through the door that led to the lobby. A lobby full of armed guards who eyed her in shock.

As guns left holsters, the doctor saved her again. "Don't you dare use those weapons. Someone fetch the tranquilizer guns."

Since the lobby area had too many even for her to slam through, Athena ran the other way, heading for the door that led to the yard. Dr. Rogers had been having her escorted to it nightly as the moon got fatter and fatter.

‘Yard' proved to be a bit of a misnomer. It was a concrete space surrounded by barbed-wire fencing. Beyond it, a line of trees thick enough to prevent casual passersby from spying. Wouldn't the folks in Ottawa be surprised to know the Experimental Farm wasn't just about testing crops? Their basement level hosted a lab for other things.

The fencing with its sharp tines would hurt, but Athena preferred a bit of pain to being incarcerated and outed. However, to give herself the best chance, the shirt came off, and as she ran, she tore the thin fabric of the scrub top to wrap around her hands. The barbed metal still bit her flesh, but she gritted her teeth and climbed, even as she could hear the commotion at her back.

Despite expecting to be shot—probably in the ass with her luck—she kept ascending.

"Shoot the darts!" Dr. Rogers screamed. "Quick. She's about to escape."

Indeed, she was. Freedom beckoned, but she'd be cutting it close. Blame Simon for arriving later than usual. Twilight would shortly descend, and that meant the pull of the moon was strong as it began to rise in the coming night sky.

Athena hit the ground on the other side of the fence with a grunt and a bend of the knees. A good thing she'd ducked as a dart whizzed over her head, the soldier having gotten lucky and shot it through the diamond-shaped holes in the fence.

Her bare feet pounded the ground as she took off running, immediately heading for the woods where she could use the shadows and branches to make it harder for them to aim.

As she sprinted, her skin began tingling in warning. She gritted her teeth against it. Not yet. She needed to be out of sight, not only of human eyes but electronic ones.

As she burst from the tree line, moonlight hit, and she couldn't fight it anymore. No lycanthrope could. The change came quickly, not a magical transition from human to wolf, but also not the violent tearing that Netflix portrayed in Hemlock Grove . More like seconds of joint popping, skin shivering, and senses muffled before she hit the ground on four paws.

Athena ran. Ran faster than the shouting soldiers chasing her.

The problem then became, where to go?

Home was out of the question, as was hitting up her friends or family. She had no money for a motel. So what did that leave?

Hours later, she still had no clue, until she saw the jogger being accosted and joined the fight.