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it turned out last time. I won. Not Karl. Me.
    With a grunt, I finally freed myself from him, and this made him angry again. Too busy trying to fill my lungs with air, I had very little fight left in me, and with the cage door closed, I would either have to gain the upper hand and get the key or let him win this round and re-strategize for next time.
    The wolf refused to let him win.
    When he was inches away from me, I pounced, but his reflexes were better than mine, and he twisted, grabbing my upper arms and pulling them back. Naturally, I continued to struggle as he forced me toward the cage door. I tried kicking my legs up, hoping I could build some kind of momentum to catapult over him, but every move I made to try and free myself only intensified the strain in my shoulders. I was panicking.
    I could feel my muscles shift beneath my clothes, and my temperature soared. It wasn’t until my newly-acquired collar singed my skin and released trace amounts of silver into the air that I was forced into submission.
    With the air clear of his sleazy intentions, he opened my cage door while maintaining a firm hold on me. Now that I likely didn’t have to worry about him having his way with me, I thought back to my initial plan to escape as he led me down the dark corridor and toward the heavy iron door. I realized that this—even though I had no idea what to expect—could actually benefit me. By seeing the rest of the compound, I could better formulate a plan to get out of here and back to the manor. Plus, I now had an idea of his fighting strategy and felt confident that I could take him next time if it came down to it.
    I couldn’t make this too easy on him, for fear he’d figure out what I was planning, so I continued to struggle, just not as intensely.
    Beyond the iron door, it was a stark contrast to where Cordelia and I were being kept. It was bright, walls made of perfectly smoothed concrete or stone that had been painted white. It wasn’t inviting, by any means. If I had to describe it, I’d say it was bordering on clinical, with just a smattering of an underground military operation.
    We walked past several metal doors. Curious about what might be happening behind each one, I strained my ears to try to find out. I didn’t hear anything. Were they empty? Which one had they taken Cordelia into?
    Before I could determine anything too conclusively, I was being shoved through another door that looked like all the others. The collar around my neck seemed to tighten, almost like it was being grabbed or yanked, and then I stumbled forward a few steps. The lights in the room were brighter than in the hall, causing me to squint my eyes until they adjusted to the change. When I turned around to face the thing that brought me to the room, I was met with the slamming of the heavy door and an iron lock sliding into place.
    My heart raced, pulse pounding in my ears again. I spun in circles, around and around, almost as though it would help answer all the questions I had. I noticed the mirror first, walked right up to it and tried to see what was behind it. I couldn’t, not even with my keen eyesight. I could smell them though, and if I really focused, I could hear them in there, shuffling about as they took in the show. I imagined them back there, snacking on humans like they were popcorn during the opening previews at the theater.
    Cordelia’s voice replayed in my head: “They watch. They take the collar off and watch me change.”
    My hand went to my neck; it was bare. The collar had been removed. That was what he had done when he grabbed it before shoving me in the room. I glanced down at the ground for a moment before raising only my eyes in their direction. I felt rage and disgust coursing through my veins, but even more strongly, I felt defiance. I would not give them what they wanted.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

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    I stood in front of the