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mirror, unmoving. I stared into it, not recognizing the face staring back at me. My cheeks appeared hollow with malnourishment, my eyes sunken in from dehydration. My hair lay limp and stringy around my shoulders, greasy from not having showered in days, my skin was sallow—my skin was never sallow—and my once bright eyes were now dull and lifeless.
    This was what captivity did; it weakened and disabled those who were meant to be free.
    Angry, I narrowed my eyes, hoping I held their attention completely. I knew it was unlikely, but I wanted them to be afraid of me; to know they didn’t stand a chance and that I would end each and every one of them the second the opportunity presented itself.
    Without thinking—mainly because it was a wolf impulse—my hand shot out, punching the mirror so hard it sent a vibration up my arm and down my body. It was the same hand I had used to punch the wall in my cell earlier, so there was a significant amount of pain that shot through me, but I refused to let the shock rattle me. I contained it.
    It didn’t surprise me when the mirror remained unbroken; not even a crack marred the smooth surface. The wolf was not pleased by this. I sensed that it had hoped to find a weakness in our prison; truth be told, I hoped for the same. The only difference was my common sense knew we would have to be smart about all of this, while her animal instincts clouded her judgment. I would have to plot and scheme, finding any and all chinks in the armor.
    I could do that; of that, I was most certain. Many years on the police force had heightened my attention to detail, and becoming a wolf had increased my senses and awareness. I knew I could hone both strengths and be virtually unstoppable. I just had to prepare and be ready to strike when opportunity presented itself.
    Unable to stand still much longer, I backed away from the mirror and began to circle the room, taking in the institutional color of the white walls. I reached out and ran my hand along them, noticing the deep gouges in the cement that had most likely been caused by other wolves. Using a fingernail, I chipped away at the gouges, realizing that the walls were made of cinder blocks, based on size and texture. Not unbreakable, I was sure, but now wasn’t the time to test that. I needed to see as much of the compound as possible before I tested the strength of the foundation. How many vampires was I up against? Was there a security system? Which keys worked on which doors? Were there passcodes to be learned to get me from Point A to Point B? Fingerprint scanners?
    That last one could pose a problem unless I mapped out every possible scenario. If I was going to be successful at getting out of here in one piece, these were all the things I would have to find out.
    “What do you want?” I demanded loudly, throwing my head back and yelling at the ceiling. “Why am I here?” Pacing the sterile room, my eyes continually scanning my confines, I carried on, my questions soon turning into threats. “You won’t break me! And when my pack finds me? You’ll wish I’d killed you all myself.” I stopped in front of the mirror again, drawn toward it for some unknown reason. I looked through my reflection, tried once again to see who stood on the other side. Without realizing it, I raised a hand, pressing it to the unbreakable glass. Surely it was just my imagination, but soon the mirror felt cool beneath my touch. Normally, I’d pull away as the frigid temperature traveled up my arm, but that…that influence I felt before crept back in, and instead, my fingers curled, sliding along the mirror with a low squeak.
    Something told me that I wasn’t alone. Someone was watching me. At first, I thought it was multiple observers, but I sensed it was really only one. I felt it right down to the marrow of my bones, and it made me shiver with unease.
    Slowly, I backed away, letting my hand fall heavily to my side as I continued to survey the room. The more I