Something clamped over my mouth before I could scream. It had snatched me from my restless sleep, preventing me from calling out to Jada. A gloved hand was gripping my jaw, pressing down tightly on my lips and looking around.

"Silo," the figure hissed, a feminine voice coming from her lips. "Hurry up! She's awake!"

"Sedate her," a gruff voice growled back. That voice! Instinct kicked in, like a rush of adrenaline, and I whipped my arm from under my body and curled it into a fist. As it went flying towards the woman's face, she noticed it and was quicker, catching it with her other gloved hand.

"Don't fucking try," she murmured, her fingers starting to grip my fist like a snake coiling around its captured prey in a death grip. I parted my lips and let out a pained gasp when my fingers started cracking.

"Don't break her hand, Giselle, for goodness' sake," the man, Silo apparently, said sharply. A shadow stepped forward, growing closer and closer to us.

Shit! Where the fuck was Shark with her magical shifting abilities! SHARK!

She hushed me. She was awake, she had been awake ever since they snuck into our motel room. She was trying to analyze the situation, which requires me to pay a good amount of attention.

The man had blonde hair, that was combed to the back down to his neck. He had a scruffy, lazily shaved beard, and he looked to be in his early thirties at least. His jawline was to die for, well, this kind of jawline on a guy anyway. It was clenched, showing his obvious apprehension with what he was looking down at.

Jada. Where's Jada? I started thrashing again, jerking my throbbing hand back when Giselle finally loosened her grip on it. I kicked at her, but it seemed that the hand covering my mouth was strong enough to keep me from escaping.

"Your friend is fine," Silo said coolly, his Texan accent drawling out the words like silk. "She's actually in the next room over. Now, we don't want to cause you any more harm. You just have to come with us. Giselle." He flicked his chin at her.

She removed her hand and I snarled. Shark was prepared, having let two of my teeth grow into her long, sharp fangs. "I'm not going anywhere with you bastards!" I spat. I was surprised, and even proud, at how powerful and angry it sounded. "You motherfuckers have been stalking me and my friend. You're bad news."

"Darling, we aren't the bad guys," Silo said, not looking the slightest bit freaked out about what he saw. "If we were, you'd of been ripped to shreds by the Lapdogs. Tortured, brought back to the Facility."

What the fuck was this psycho talking about? I curled my lip at them as they exchanged glances with one another, seemingly confused at my response.

"You're fucking crazy, that's what this is," I said, trying to hold back my laughter. Okay, now I was going crazy. "I have no fucking idea – who the fuck are you?"  I demanded, standing up and using some of my quick speed to slide past them and over to the other side of the bed. Now something was between us, and a window was to my right. I could make an escape when possible.

"Wait a minute..." Giselle narrowed her steel colored eyes at me and pursed her lips. "You have no idea what we're talking about?"

My hands shot into the air and I waved them around. "Finally! You fucking understand! No, I don't fucking know what you're talking about," I said angrily. "Look, I'm just a runaway with problems and random people are after my hide, only God knows why, so I came here to escape them. Capiche?"

They shared another glance, which, for some reason, really pissed me off. I fell to my hands and knees with a loud thud, causing them to jerk their heads at me in alarm.

I felt my fingernails start to lengthen. My face grew, my nose formed into a muzzle, which parted and let out strangled snarls. I felt my clothes start to rip from my body, shredding to bits at my side as fur started sprouting all around my body. My bones broke, regrew, broke again, trying to find their new and rightful position for this body. My vision started to blank in and out. I saw everything. I could see the bedbugs up on the mattress, crawling around and minding their business. It was brighter, sharper. Green and black, like night vision. It was dark, so my eyesight had converted to its night vision.

I couldn't handle the pain. If this is what Shark felt when I blacked out the first time, when she killed me, I don't understand how she lived through it.

"Girl." My head shot up, and above me Giselle was kneeling down. Her hand was reaching towards me, but as it got closer, it shifted in different directions. Fuzzy, blurry, it echoed right and it echoed left. Who was she again? I couldn't remember. I can't remember whether she caused my pain – she's there. Something about her made me scared.

I parted my jaws and lunges at her hand with an enraged snarl. She was faster, somehow that seemed familiar to me, and her body shifted to the left. I was sent lunging ahead. My paws slid against the carpet before I could ram into the cracked wall. I whipped around, my rage only boiling more. How dare she trick me? How dare she cause me so much pain.

"Giselle, do not become your animal right now," a male's voice ordered. Then the male turned to me, walking forward slowly. He crouched down like Giselle and met my gaze. "Submit, now," he growled, his tone dominant and leaving no room for disobedience.

I stared right back. His piercing yellow eyes sent a shockwave through my entire body, making the fur on my neck and shoulders stand up. I let out a little snarl, warning him not to come to close. He made a lower, deeper growl, adding to his demand of my submission. My heart twisted with desire to follow it, to bow to it. As I lowered myself to the carpeted floor, something inside my head howled. It scratched at the fog of desire, shaking it away like letting smoke clear out of a room.

No! I do not now to anybody! I will not! I am a leader, I am a loner, I am not some child, I am not a cowardly submitter! With that, my mind was made up. I would not submit to this man, no matter how much of his power he wavered onto me. My legs began shaking as I pushed myself back up, fighting every inch of his demand and his power that slammed over me repeatedly. My lips curled back into a frustrated snarl, determined, stubborn. I pushed his power from my own and rammed into ham head first. He yelled out as my head collided with his chest. Giselle stepped forward and hissed at me, but the man yelled at her to stay back.

He started rolling onto his hands and knees, attempting to get up. I flattened my ears and took this as an advantage and leaped onto his back, locking my powerful jaws around his neck.

But I stopped. The wailing sound pierced my ears louder than ever before. I whined and scrambled off of the man, stumbling to the door. The wailing grew louder from outside and I tried to slam the door open with my body. Anything to get out.

"Fuck! It's the cops!" Giselle said, helping her friend up. The man turned to me, and I growled with pleasure when I saw the two puncture marks my canines made on his neck.

"We need to get out of here, Silo," Giselle said, running to the window. She began fiddling with the locks and said, "You know what, fuck this shitty motel." She swung her elbow back, then slammed it against the glass. It shattered instantly, giving an escape route and leaving particles all around.

"Stop! These people are on our side remember?"

"They'll have to arrest someone, Silo. They won't turn us in to the fucking Facility, but they will put us in jail."

"We can't leave her here. It's obvious she's alone and she's scared."

Bite me, dick sucker, I thought, lashing my tail and offering him a snap of my jaws to further get my warning across.

He rushed over and pulled out a needle. I knew what that thing was, and I was not going to let him touch me. I snarled at him and bared my sharp, bloody teeth. Unless you want a missing arm, keep that fucking needle away from me!

Before I could even process what he was doing, I felt a sharp prod in my ass. I clasped my jaws around his wrist and bit down as hard as I could. Blood bubbles around my muzzle, the metallic smell satisfying me to a point where I felt dizzy. I sunk in more, feeling my teeth cut through flesh, and, eventually, break through a part of a bone. The sound of it cracking only encouraged my bloodlust, the gnawing inside me that rooted me on further.

However, I started feeling lightheaded. A sense of time and space around me started fading, my grip on flesh loosened, and finally, released. I staggered away, blood pooling from my my jaws and into my mouth. It tastes bitter, salty, but so fucking good.

I tripped backwards, landing against the wall. My shoulder ached from the timber, so I staggered off of it. Then I dropped, losing consciousness completely.

-:-

"Jesus fucking Christ Almighty!" The words echoed in my ears over and over. My whole body felt useless, my skin tingled as though spiders were crawling delicately over my body so not to disturb me.

Those four words kept echoing in my head. Why? My eyes finally managed to peel open, and around me I saw ... Wood.

I turned my head slightly, noting that I was in some sort of log cabin – or apart of it. To my left, a fire crackled softly in the fireplace, providing a warm atmosphere.

My stomach turned so suddenly, causing me to shoot up and look around. I saw a bathroom right across from the bed I was laid across and darted there. I stumbled a few times, my legs weak and unwilling to work with me. I fell to my knees at the toilet and threw up in the bowl. It was violent, and there was blood within the mess that came from my body.

I flushed the toilet and then leaned my head down on the seat. I didn't care who might have sat their asses on it before, I just want to know how the fuck I got here and what happened to me. One minute I'm laying next to Jada in bed, the next I'm not in the motel, nor is Jada anywhere in sight.

Fuck. "Jada!" I gasped, my voice rough. I stumbled out of the bathroom and looked around, trying to get a handle on my surroundings before I made any moves for leaving. The couch was where I was laid, as the pillows had fallen onto the rug when I had shot to my feet. The blankets were strewn messily on the couch, but not in any harm.

The walls were bland, having no pictures of any sorts. I padded to the other door in the room and jiggled the knob, only to find it locked, so I instead went to the next place. The dresser, a dark set carved from an oak tree. It had the details of the tree even still.  opened each drawer, but found them all considerably empty.

Frustrated to a point of no return, I pinched the bridge of my nose and released a few deep breaths, coming to a conclusion that my anger would most likely result in dire problems for me.

I kept taking deep breaths, until, eventually, I calmed down enough to stand up. I quietly slid the last drawer shut and shifted to my feet. I scratched my arm, looking down to see that I was changed. What I was wearing had somehow been replaced by a cotton black shirt and a pair of jean shorts.

What the actual fuck is going on around here? I thought, reaching up and tugging at my hair. I walked to a window next to the fireplace, and gazed outside. It was a beautiful sight, there was no denying that fact. Mountains loomed above me, and I could see some of the flushes of forests that were scattered around it. I was so close to them.

Maybe I could break the window and escape into the mountains. I would have to find a way back so I could get to a new town, lay low for the rest of my life, and die alone, but it was still a life to live.

I looked around for something to use to break the glass. My neck craned down and I noticed the metal fire poker and grinned widely. Perfect.

I picked it up, backed up a few feet, and lifted it. Just as I was about to harpoon it through the glass, I heard the sound of movement. I frowned and furrowed my brows, but kept continuing my plan. Just as the poker left my hands, I heard a slam, and a figure was in front of me holding the poker.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," a familiar voice chuckled.

I fell back onto my hind side, yelping in  surprise. That voice .. It .. I lifted my head slowly, eyes running over the well-worked body, and then meeting their eyes. Those eyes I both hated and missed so fucking much.

Tommy smiled down at me with a gleam of amusement in his dark blue eyes, showing a perfect set of white teeth. "It's probably not the best time for you to see me, huh?" he asked.