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paced the room and got no answers from my captors, the more bored I became. They were all talk and no action, I came to realize, and that I could handle. I’d killed their kind before—multiples at once, even. If these were Gianna’s lower ranks, how good could they possibly be if I’d taken out their all-mighty leader?
    That one question led to so many others: How long would they keep me in here? Would they grow as bored as me and just take me back to my cell, or would they wait patiently until they got what they wanted?
    My answer came approximately fifteen minutes later, according to my newly acquired nervous habit: counting. The door to the room swung open and not one, not two, but three vampires strolled in. Jason was one of them, and instantly, my hackles rose, muscles tensed, and I bared my teeth. I knew within that first second that I was wrong earlier; they would get exactly what they wanted, because they would manipulate the situation until they did. Just like Cordelia said they would.
    I tried to control it, but as they surrounded me and closed in, I felt the change coming on stronger and faster than ever. In addition to that, I also recognized the signs that I was losing control. Accepting the wolf, like I’d grown accustomed to doing, was difficult in this stressful situation, and soon, it was like it exploded out of me, and everything else went dark.
     

     
    Shivering, I awoke. My stomach flipped, and I licked my dry lips as I attempted to focus my eyes. It was bright, and I briefly forgot where I was. I likened what had happened to a bad dream, hoping I was waking up in my room back at the manor…
    I was wrong. I pushed myself up, taking in my state of undress. Dazed, I looked around the room I was in. The familiar hum and burn of my collar reminded me I was a prisoner, and the white walls and the two-way mirror told me I was still in the observation room.
    Feeling more than a little exposed, I stood up, trying to keep my breasts and lower body hidden from the prying eyes of these creatures, should they be watching behind the mirror. Scattered across the floor were the shredded remains of my clothes. There was no way they would cover me up now. As my mind became clearer, I noticed the new scratches along the walls and how there was blood and bits of fur and nail in them. The tips of my fingers ached with the memory of what happened, and I noticed that the skin was raw and healing.
    Flashes of my transformation—quick and painful as the wolf practically ripped its way out of my body—played on loop in my mind. It wasn’t a slow and controlled change like the previous times; one minute I was in this body, and the next, I was a wolf. Thick, foul blood still coated my tongue from where I had latched onto one of my attackers and bit down hard. I smiled at the memory, wondering if the leech was off somewhere suffering before he turned to ash. Would my bite turn him to ash? From what I’d learned over the last couple months, I knew our bites were harmful to them, but to what extent? I remembered biting Samantha Turner as a wolf, but she hadn’t lived very long after that for me to witness what might happen to her. Honestly, I could only hope our bites were fatal.
    My ribs and lower body ached, and I remembered being picked up and thrown aggressively into the wall. They took advantage of my dazed state, kicking me and hitting me while I was down. Thankfully, it didn’t feel like anything was broken, just sore. Thinking back, what they did to me didn’t scream “research”; I could only assume it was payback for humiliating Jason in my cell.
    Bastard.
    Behind me, metal scraped against metal, and then something slid across the floor. I whipped around, looking down, and I saw a haphazardly folded pile of clothes several feet away. They reeked of those vile creatures, but I accepted them over being naked and on display for them .
    I quickly dressed, the pants a couple sizes too large and extremely