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whisper of air, as my hands reach the base of the door.
    I run my hands up it to the handle and hang on for dear life. I turn the lock on the door, just as the handle turns. It gets stuck on the lock.
    A voice follows the movement of the handle, "Clear here too." The vibration of the movement jolts through me. "She went up the stairs. Everything else is locked."
    I almost leap back screaming. But I force myself to be calm. I hold my fingers on the door and wait. They are checking the hall and looking for me. They know I am gone. I am not alone. The doctor wasn’t alone. Where were they when I was killing him? Are they looking for Anna?
    Another voice fills the silent air of the hallway, "God dammed, do you know how important she was? For Christ's sake. It's one little girl."
    Little girl? Are they talking about me? Am I still a little girl or is it Anna they've lost? My heart is already panicked from the arrival of the men, this doesn’t help it calm down.
    I try to think, but my stomach is hurting too much. I don't know what to do. If I go looking for them, I might lead the men to where they are. I'm sick and, most likely dying, so it isn’t like I'll be much help.
    I pause my thoughts when I hear footsteps again, "Get her back or it's your lives."
    "What about the wolf?" a man asks.
    Leo. I almost say his name aloud.
    He's alive. He's near. Fire burns in my belly, but I refuse it. I need to find him. I need him.
    The voices walk away from me, growing quieter, "She's sick. She doesn’t know where he is. Don't worry about him…find her."
    I lose them after that. The hallway is silent again and the wind is gone from under the door.
    I pull another bag from my pocket and pull the plug. I drink it down. It tastes sweet and stale and funny but I know I'm dehydrated and sick. The poison he shot into me made me sick but didn’t kill me. I need to replace my fluids.
    I close my eyes and press my face against the door. I listen for the sounds of boots and guns. I listen for breath that gets ragged, when you're searching for someone. There is nothing. The men's voices are gone. The men who rattled the door and tried the lock, are gone. It's almost like they were a figment of my imagination, like Anna.
    I want to turn the handle and just take a peek, but my rules are slowly reinstating themselves and waiting is my biggest one.
    I turn with my back to the door, my face to Jesus, and slide down the door. I sit and wait. Patience has kept me alive this long and I won't betray her, or my instincts that tell me to wait. The urge to find Leo is almost driving me through the door. But I know, he won't live if I burst through and they kill me.
    I just want my wolf and the smell of the forest. I just want to go home. Oddly enough, I don’t think about the cabin in the woods, when I think of home. That disturbs me a little.
    I think about Leo, Anna, Meg, Sarah, Jake and Will, only not in that order. I force them into that order. I think about Will and Jake constantly, but I know Meg and Sarah are my responsibility. Anna is the closest thing, I will ever have to a best friend. I feel warmth in my heart thinking about them. I want to go home and they are the home that my heart recognizes. I don’t need a cabin to hide in. I need my friends. My family.
    I need Leo the most. I feel the anger and hatred rising in me. If they have hurt one strand of his fur...
    The thought creates rage inside of me. I will skin everyone alive, until I have murdered them all. Even then, I know I will not feel satisfied.
    I remember who is looking down on me in the dark and feel my face heating with embarrassment.
    "Sorry," I whisper to the frozen God.
    I imagine he knows the revenge I want. I imagine, at one point or another, he has felt that want. The want to end the misery of others by ending the lives of their tormentors. Tormentors who hold everyone hostage. I want to ask him how his father has left us to this, but I remember what Meg told me. The evil is