Chapter 28

No one knew just how big a clan of bears was; in the Werebear world, you are not born the leader. You must fight for it. Jack had beaten every one of his male clan members who challenged him, over seventeen of them to become the leader.
He now had an entire clan of seven hundred male clan members and about three hundred families with cubs. All are loyal to him—something in the Werebear world that was unheard of and the first of its kind. Though Jack ruled with strict rules, he was fair and was always willing to listen.
Werebears are usually solitary creatures; there are family units, and sometimes, up to three families in the same community. To have a clan, though, is not only rare but, if not ruled reasonably, could become dangerous. Why? Because male Werebears like to fight. Generally, as a rule, they are primarily solitary beings; some, even when they mate, leave their female. However, that is becoming a rare practice anymore.
Right now, three hundred and sixty of the clan’s best warriors surround the Rising Moon Pack. The three hundred and sixty warriors were split up into three groups of one hundred and twenty; in each group were two warriors that were recorders. They will record everything they find; one will take still pictures, and the other will take video. They will also take statements of the victims and witnesses, if any.
One group was to take over the warehouse, the next the factory, and then the third the packhouses; 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 in lousy shape. As well as two buses to transport victims and innocent pack members.
When the first group surrounded the warehouse, though heavily guarded, the werebears took them down without too much 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.
The females couldn't even sit up; the cells 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 cells 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, repeatedly.
After a little while, they realized they were not there to hurt them and were carried out to the vans; some 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 who 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 walked up to the cage; he stood outside it where she could see him and did a funny little dance. She giggled but was still too scared to come out. So the werebear made a whimpering sound and laid his head just inside the cage. He pretended to go to sleep and started to snore.
The little female slowly made her way 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; I will be her family if no one can find her family. Either way, I will make sure she is never again hurt by anyone. He turned and left. The little female clutched his tags in her hand.
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The factories were worse; there were no young children here, the youngest being 13. The women were in three categories; each section had its caretakers that recorded everything on clipboards; it was like working in a zoo.
There were guardrooms where they found all kinds of footage and records about what was expected and what was done to all the females that came in, how far along the process they were if they were going to be trouble, and so on.
The images of them herding the females into cages and rooms as if they were nothing but cattle, some of the records were about how to make them comply and different ways to achieve that goal; it read like some sort of instruction manual.
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.
Several of the pieces of shit tried to bribe them with the use of the women, telling them they could do whatever they wanted to them; the warriors pulled those that made the offers and beat the crap out of them before making them join their fellow pieces of shit in the rail car.
Every room was its own nightmare. The section labeled new arrivals was a small cold room made of metal when they opened the door. 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, remove them from the hooks, untie them, 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 had to 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 medics did everything they could to save them, including turning them, but there was too much damage done.
The following section was named, Ready to Process. Inside it was a big room, with no windows. All of the females in here had dog collars that were electronically attached to their necks; if they passed the censors in the door without a guard, they would be zapped; one zap is painful, two zaps your knocked out, and three zaps, you are dead.
The guards made sure that every female was zapped twice. So anyone who tried to escape would die; twenty-two females had passed already. Their bodies were taken away and burned. The 34 other females just sat around on the floor, with dead eyes of the beaten down. In the four corners of the room were buckets for them to relieve themselves in. They were overflowing.
The warriors destroyed the sensory system and took all the females. They looked like they hadn't had a good meal in years, not to mention the dark circles around their eyes—the raw skin on their necks and hands and feet where they had been chained before.
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 its door; the first one said it would take three. Each door sign was more vulgar than the one before.
A female is chained to the wall in each cell by a silver collar around their neck. The collars were lined by silk so they wouldn't burn the females but make sure that none of them could shift or use any shifters’ abilities. Just before the door at the end of the hall was a vast closet; it contained a variety of skimpy dresses and other things such as shoes and cheap jewelry.
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, 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 labeled breeder one, breeder two, and so on till it reached six.
In six of the ten cages were females in various states of pregnancy; one was going into labor. They, of course, got her out first. These females were the most haunted looking and beaten down out of all the ones they had come across; two of the warriors that were helping had to leave to blow off some anger because they wanted to kill the bastards.
Finally, all the females were removed, and those that could move on their own were loaded into buses and taken to safe houses and other packs. Those that were worse off were taken to various pack hospitals. The unfortunate few that had lost their minds entirely were taken to pack homes where they could be treated and cared for with the hope that they would recover.
When they were done, and all the victims had been taken care of and removed from the pack lands, all the warriors got together to decide what to do with the rail car full of all the miserable pieces of shit. There were many ideas, but they all agreed on one solution since they needed to join up with the other groups, they wanted them to pay more, but time wasn’t on their side.
The warriors gathered around the rail car, there was shouting and banging heard from inside, but no one seemed strong enough to break out, which showed everyone just how pathetic this pack had become. Did any of them have their wolves anymore?
Three warriors stood by the exit door, three more were on the car’s roof, and each was standing at a small air vent.
Each warrior poured five gallons of gasoline down the vent; when the cans were empty, they 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 went silent.
The rail car’s walls started to turn reddish as it was getting hotter and hotter and made popping noises from the heat. They watched and made sure no one survived, time was running out, and it was time to go.
The warriors turned and left, not bothering to look back, most of them feeling that they had let the bastards get off too easy.