Chapter 28

WARNING#### This chapter contains disturbing subjects and scenes. Possible Trigger warning.

No one knew just how big a clan of bears was. In the Werebear world, you are not born the leader; you have to fight for it. Jack had beaten every one of his male clan members that challenged him over the age of seventeen.

In doing so, he now had an entire clan of 700 male clan members and about 300 families with cubs, all loyal to him. Something in the Werebear world that was not only unheard of but the first of its kind. Though Jack ruled with strict rules, he was fair and always willing to listen.

Werebears are usually solitary creatures. There are family units, and sometimes there are up to three families in the same community. To have a clan, though, is something that is not only rare but, if not ruled fairly, could become dangerous. Why? Because male Werebears like to fight. Generally, as a rule, they are mostly solitary beings; some even, when they mate, leave their female. Though that is becoming a rare practice anymore.

Right now, 360 of the clan's best warriors surrounded the Rising Moon Pack. The 360 warriors were split up into three groups of 120. In each group were two warriors that were recorders. They would record everything that they find; one will take still pictures, the other video. They would also take statements from the victims and witnesses if any.

One group was to take over the warehouse, the next the factory, and then the third the pack houses. When each group had completed their assigned tasks, they would meet up with the others. They had several vans, and each van had two medics and one nurse to take care of any victims that were in bad shape, as well as two buses to transport victims and innocent pack members.

When the first group surrounded the warehouse, though it was heavily guarded, the werebears took them down without too much of a fight. They rounded up the ones that were in charge and killed the rest.

What they found made them sick. It was all set up to ship live animals. Behind the six locked doors, they found all the females in locked cages, females of just about every age and species. It looked like the human ones suffered the most. They got them out first to the medics.

Inside the cages, the females couldn’t even sit up. The cages were lined with straw and looked like they hadn’t been cleaned in weeks. The smell was beyond terrible. When they tried to open the cages to get the females out, they would move as far away from them in the cage as possible. They would whimper in fear, and some yelled, "NO, NO, NO" over and over again.

After a little while, they realized that they were not there to hurt them and were carried out to the vans. Some of them were as young as five. It was hard for them to keep their anger in check. They were all close to a killing rage; the only thing keeping them in check was the scared and hopeless faces of the females.

There was one six-year-old. She was in a corner cage; there wasn’t much light there, but they could see her bruised and swollen face. She wouldn’t come out for anyone. They were just about to go in and get her by force, when one of the older warriors got an idea.

He shifted into his grizzly bear form and, slowly walking up to the cage, he stood outside it where she could see him and did a little funny dance. She giggled but was still too scared to come out. So the werebear made a whimper sound and laid his head just inside the cage. He pretended to go to sleep and started to snore.

The little girl slowly crawled to the end of the cage and gently touched the bear's nose. He licked her face, and she giggled some more. After a little while, the bear came out to the medic van, and clinging to his back was the little female.

After giving her off to the medic, he shifted back to human. He put his dog tags from the military around the little girl's neck.

He turned to the medic, "If no one can find her family, then I will be her family. Either way, I will make sure she is never hurt by anyone ever again." He turned and left. The little female clutched his tags in her hand.

The factories were worse; there were not any young children here, the youngest being thirteen. The women were in three categories; each section had its own caretakers that recorded everything on clipboards. It was like they were working in a zoo.

The werebears were so disgusted that they rounded up every worker in the place, stripped them naked, and forced them into one of the train cars waiting to be loaded, locking them inside.

Every room was its own nightmare. In the section labeled "new arrivals only," when they opened the door, it was a small cold room made out of metal. It was, to their horror, a meat locker. The females in here were hanging by hooks in the ceiling by their tied hands.

Six warriors went in and started to remove the females from the hooks. They would walk up to a female, wrap a warm blanket around her, and then remove them from the hooks and take them to the medics. The human females were the worst off of them all; their bodies simply couldn’t take the same abuse as the shifter females, so they would remove them first. Six didn’t make it; they died in the medic van. There were no records of their names or where they were taken from.

The next section was named, "Ready to Process." Inside, it was a big room, no windows. All of the females in here had dog collars on that were electronically attached to their necks. If they passed the sensors in the door without a guard, they would be zapped. One zap is painful, two zaps you are knocked out, and three zaps you are dead.

The guards made sure that every female was zapped twice, so any who tried to escape would die. Twenty-two females had died already. Their bodies were taken away and burned. The 34 other females just sat around on the floor in a kind of lethargic state. In the four corners of the room were buckets for them to relieve themselves in.

The warriors destroyed the sensory system and took all the females out of there. They looked like they hadn’t had a good meal in years, not to mention the dark circles around their eyes.

The last room was the worst, but they soon found out that there was yet one more room. The third room was more like a hall of jail cells. There were eight rooms in total; each cell had a sign above their door. The first one said, "Will take three." Each door sign was more vulgar than the one before.

In each cell was a female chained to the wall by a silver collar around their necks. The collars were lined by silk so they wouldn’t burn the females, but they would make sure that none of them could shift or use any abilities that shifters have. Just before the door at the end of the hall was a huge closet; it contained a variety of skimpy dresses and other things, such as shoes and so on.

When they came to the door at the end of the hall, it was a solid silver-coated door, and it was locked. Good thing that werebears don’t have the same problems that werewolves do with silver.

Two of the warriors had no problem at all ripping the door right off its hinges, lock and all. Then they went into the next and final room. Above each of the cages was a clipboard, each one labeled "breeder 1," "breeder 2," and so on, till it reached six.

In six of the ten cages were females in various states of pregnancy; one was actually going into labor. They, of course, got her out first. When they were done, all the warriors got together to decide what to do with the rail car full of miserable pieces of shit.

The warriors gathered around the rail car. There was shouting and banging heard from inside, but no one seemed strong enough to break out. Three warriors welded the door shut, three more were on the roof of the car, each stood at a small air vent.

Each warrior poured five gallons of gasoline down the vent. When the cans were empty, they each tossed a lit torch down the hole and jumped off the roof. The screams were terrible, the smell was worse. In about ten minutes, everything was silent. The rail car's walls were turning a reddish color and making popping noises from the heat. The warriors turned and left, feeling that they had let them get off too easy.