Wild Wolfblood Secrets

In a secret location,

the investigation into Wolfbloods has begun.

-Who are you?

-I need you to tell me everything.

We want to know how dangerous you really are.

I can tell from the beat of your heart

and the sweat on your brow that

you've been lying to me from the moment that you walked in here.

Do Wolfbloods have fairy stories?

Because I'm wondering, is it like,

"And the big bad wolf ate Granny and Little Red Riding Hood, the end."

Or, "The big bad wolf came down the chimney,

"and ate all three little pigs. The end."

I'd like to go now.

Because you see, I've got my own version of your story,

and in my version, Wolfbloods lie in hiding for many years,

slowly infiltrating society and taking

positions of power and influence.

And then you come along and you say, "It's time."

Trouble is, I don't know how your story ends. Do you?

It ends with humans and Wolfbloods living together in peace.

Come on, you've been hiding away for years living like dogs.

What am I saying? You are dogs!

Because you knew what would happen, didn't you? If you showed yourself.

You knew what people would do.

The man! He's coming! He's got a gun!

You said there was nothing to fear.

-I'll talk to him.

-He's armed, we must attack them!

No. Someone has to lead him away.

Then I'll go.

SNARLING

GUNSHOT

'You knew what people would do.'

And you hate us for it, don't you?

-I don't hate anybody.

-Oh, that's very convincing.

You seem like such a nice girl.

We all know what lies beneath.

We're called Wolfbloods.

-The clue's in the name.

-Yeah, you're animals.

And why anybody's treating you any differently, I don't know.

Smith, can we keep the investigation on track, please,

without bringing in personal feelings?

Of course, ma'am.

Investigation? What am I being investigated for?

Well, when we discover that there are untold number of feral beasts

living among us... What?

..and we consider that a threat,

and we believe you to be behind that threat.

-What?

-I'm here to establish whether or not you and your Wolfblood

-conspirators...

-Conspirators!

Are a danger to the public. If I conclude you are,

you'll be detained under emergency legislation.

-Detained.

-Oh, your kind don't like cages.

Cages.

-Cages!

-No, it's fine.

It's fine. Stay with me.

It's going to be OK, all right?

-Yeah.

-All right, come on.

That's a myth. Cages, so what?

You just have to convince me that you and those like you

-are not a risk factor.

-But we're not!

He said it himself, we've been here for years.

You've never seen any of them act like savages?

SNARLING

Occasional small lapses.

The thing about animals - they don't change their nature.

We've all seen the viral video.

Wild Wolfbloods have their own ways, their own customs.

But that's because they've never had to live in the modern world.

Are you saying they can adapt?

I did.

I don't answer to tame Wolfbloods!

BOTH SNARLING

When I arrived in the human world, I had some issues at first.

You're an animal!

Help me! Help me!

'But only because it was new to me.

'I needed guidance, was all.'

SNARLING

Can you even control the wolf?

I think I can.

I just don't normally have to.

Do you even know when it's happening?

Not really. But I'll learn to.

You don't have time to learn!

Look, what are the first signs? Show me.

-I tingle.

-You tingle.

Like a buzzy wuzzy feeling.

-Where?

-All over!

Right. So every time you feel that, you rein it in.

I'll try.

'Controlling your wolf becomes second nature, eventually.'

The only thing that smells bad around here is you.

Leave it, Jana.

Tingling. 'Now I help others to learn.'

To stop the wolf, you need to recognise it.

It's a tingling that spreads across your skin.

-Tingling.

-Go.

Now, imagine the bag is Hannah.

She's goading you.

You'll never win, Selina.

Is that the best you can do?

Come on, you call that a punch?

'With proper support, any Wolfblood can do it.'

Stop!

And while they're working out how not to maim people?

There are numerous stories circulating of what

we now believe to be Wolfblood misdemeanours.

Name?

You do know we can keep you locked up until you tell us, don't you?

Fine.

-SNARLING

-Don't you snarl at me, young lady!

Hey! Hey! What do you think you're doing?

This is pure gossip.

Can't imagine anyone I know doing that.

-Where's Meinir?

-She's in there.

-Finding meat.

-You gave her some cash, right?

Cash?

Police, please.

I'm busy. Yeah.

-Yeah, but...

-I'm on the phone to the police.

-So unless you fancy a trip...

-No!

Wait, she's...

..our aunt.

Please, she's not well.

-She's on medication.

-COUGHS

I'll call you back.

Just...

..get her out of here.

But even if they did, so what?

It's like blaming a baby for not knowing how to dress properly yet.

We learn, we adapt.

-Jana?

-PHONE RINGS

Jana!

-Jana? What's going on?

-I'm here.

Except, we've heard a very different account of wild pack life.

-Heard from who?

-I told you, we talked to a lot of your friends.

Miss Kerry, do you need some assistance using that chair?

I can bring in an interpreter.

Do we have an interpreter?

I need to know where Jana is.

You said she was in trouble.

She is, and what you say could get her out of it.

-Or not.

-To help Jana,

we need to know whatever you can tell us about her as a leader.

A fine alpha.

Probably the finest.

This is a J.

J for Jana.

OK, not a good example.

J for juicy, raw flesh.

That's better.

-What are you doing?

-Brwydro.

-Get out!

-Brwydro!

-A challenge.

-I'm not fighting you.

But you have to, don't you?

Shh!

SNARLING

It's her last chance to be alpha.

She's risking everything because she knows it's her only hope now.

I'm not fighting her.

It's her right as a Wolfblood to demand combat.

You can't refuse!

So Jana refused to involve herself in violent Wolfblood tradition?

You are making one of your human jokes?

CHANTING: Brwydro, brwydro, brwydro. SNARLING

CHANTING: Submit, submit, submit, submit, submit, submit!

-Submit!

-Submit!

Jana fought like an alpha should, proving that she can be strong,

ruthless, and cruel, as her father.

I sentence Rhydian to the Cronoch.

No-one is to go near him, or bring him food or water.

If the sky wills it, he can drink rain!

He gives me no choice.

For what he has done, he goes to the Cronoch.

The thief is...

..Aran. Take him!

It's a lie! I didn't!

-I'm not a thief!

-YELLS

Strong, ruthless, cruel.

She had to be.

How did the rest of the pack respond to this?

It is what they needed.

-Ruthlessness?

-Strength.

I've heard tales of what happened after she left.

The poison that welled up in her absence.

I am trusted.

Your father's life is my life.

You'll be better soon.

Won't he?

Yes. All better soon.

Drink.

The full moon will soon be upon us.

'The healer. Madoc.'

We have plants here that grow nowhere else.

See for yourself.

'The greatest betrayal of all.'

This is hemlock. It's poisonous.

Emelia, go back to camp.

You know nothing of the wild.

When you forsake wolves for humans, you miss out on our strengths,

our traditions, our history.

Our stories.

Wolfbloods just don't want to give up their old ways.

That is not the meaning of the story.

The meaning of the story is that, without Jana's leadership,

savagery prevailed.

Do you know the story of the curious little cub?

Leave us alone!

Do you know what happened to that curious little cub?

-Nobody does!

-SCREAMS

Help!

Help!

Sorry? He tried to kill them?

Tried and failed.

Swear allegiance to me!

No.

Now! Swear!

Stop!

He's been poisoning my father!

Lies! From the mouth of a tame, more human than wolf.

He tried to kill us! This is hemlock!

This is what he's been giving my father!

You traitor!

Alric's illness began after you arrived!

SNARLING

Jana saved the pack.

Let him go.

He won't come back.

I'm not seeing a people eagerly waiting for the chance to learn

which fork to use. I'm seeing a vicious leader with a vicious pack

who will follow her loyally, waiting for the chance to replace her.

Madoc is not all Wolfbloods.

Your talk of adaptation's a sham, isn't it?

Your people don't want to adapt. You don't want to adapt.

This testimony does make your idea of Wolfbloods

living in polite society seem fanciful.

This is not fair. You're twisting everything.

Your people, living like dogs, eating like dogs,

smelling like dogs. That, to me, says dogs.

"Savagery prevailed."

You might want to be something more,

but deep down, you know exactly what you are -

savages.