A Month with Werewolves Read Free

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extra pieces to the puzzle that would give the source of the
disease away. The only time they change genetic code is when they
shift, but the truth is that most infection happens when they're in
human form. The largest cause for the disease spreading is sexual
contact. Most of the time, it happens before the person is even
aware that they're infected. Kind of like HIV.”
    “So are you saying that the government has
given up on trying to find a cure?”
    “No.” John shook his head. “But research is
carried out away from the compound. We take blood and tissue
samples here and send them away to be studied. When one of the
werewolves die, their body is sent away as well. For all the years
we've been doing this, we've never even been close to finding a
cure. I don't think it's a top priority of the government. One
thing I do know is that government funding has been drastically cut
on the research side. In the beginning, they had a team of
scientists working to find a cure. Now, they're down to only
two.”
    “It sounds like they have given up.” I
thought for a minute, wondering how hopeful for a cure that the
people inside the reservation would be. From outside, it sounded
like they might as well plan to be imprisoned for the rest of their
lives.
    “Think what you will.” Johns fork made a loud
clank against the plastic plate as he stabbed a green bean. “You
might want to mention in your report that government funding
appears to be sparse, but don't mention where you got that
information from.”
    I nodded, returning to my food and my
thoughts. When we were finished eating, John went back to work, and
I went on to interview some of his co-workers. Everyone seemed
relatively happy, giving glowing descriptions of their job and the
compound. I was certain that they had been coached on what to say.
Most employees were when it came to media coverage.
    After I was done with my interviews, I
returned to my room to compile my report. My findings were
favorable. To be honest, I couldn't think of a much better way to
handle the werewolf problem. They seemed to be treated fairly, but
I had to remember that this was only a small piece of the puzzle.
The compound was just a gateway to the reservation. Detainees lived
a strict month of confinement, which I could only imagine was
frightening and miserable. After that, they spent a lifetime on the
other side of the fence, a one thousand-acre prison.
    My only real complaint about the processing
of detainees was the vasectomies given to the males. That would
definitely end up in my report, since it was something that hadn't
been discussed anywhere else in the media. If one looked at it from
a realistic standpoint though, it only made sense that they would
go about birth prevention in such a way, considering that there was
no cure in sight. That was the secret hidden message behind giving
the males vasectomies. There was no cure, nor was any progress
being made towards one.
    Lack of proper government funding was another
issue I planned on tackling. There needed to be more people
researching the disease. Perhaps it wasn't a widespread epidemic,
but the werewolves were being held captive for fault not of their
own. It wasn't fair for them to have to live this way without any
sign of hope.
    I sighed as I stared up at the ceiling of my
small room, wondering what tomorrow would bring. To be honest with
myself, I was a bit nervous about being sent into the reservation.
Would the werewolves resent me for being an outsider? Would they
detest their confinement? Surely, the government wouldn't have
agreed to send me in if it wasn't safe.
    Knowing that I wouldn't sleep if left to my
own devices, I took two sleeping pills to knock myself out. My
alarm seemed to go off too soon in the morning, and I arose groggy,
hoping that it would be an easy day. With a whole month inside of
the reservation, I would have plenty of time to interview everyone
without feeling rushed.
    There were only a handful of