It wasn't until much later that anything noteworthy happened.

The blonde man jumped out of his chair like someone poked him with a cattle prod. Had I been in any other situation, I would've laughed. But he was a kidnapper, holding me against my will, so it wasn't funny.

He threw some cuffs at me, expertly avoiding the bars of the cell. "Put these on." He walked over to the keypad.

"And if I don't cooperate?"

"Then you're going to have to deal with Grayson or Mason." He said bored.

I put on the cuffs. I definitely didn’t want to see Grayson again. I definitely remembered Grayson. Mason…not so much.

"Good girl." He said with a smile, popping open the cell door.

He led me up the metal stairs and through a huge metal door.

"Where are we going?"

"To convince you that you are what we say you are."

"Ah." I followed him into a nice house. I was surprised. It looked…normal.

I could see into a living room that looked like a tornado ran through.

"The kids had a toy fight. They haven't gotten to the cleaning stages yet."

"You guys raise kids here?"

He nodded with a small smile, "We're like normal people. The only difference is we have the ability to change into wolves."

I couldn’t believe these psychos raise children. They are going to be incredibly messed up people if they even made it into adulthood.

The man led outside to a SUV.

"Where are you taking me?" I was scared and it showed through, much to my regret.

"It's a place we call the compound. It's where we hold and train the new recruits."

I shook my head, "I won't go there."

"You don't have much of a choice." He opened back door. "Hop in." I shook my head. I wasn't going somewhere where they kept all their kidnap victims. It had to be well hidden since no one knew about this place. "Look. I'm not playing your little game. Get your ass in the car, or I'm forcing you in."

Deep inside I knew I should listen to this guy.

"Please…" He added looking at me with impatient eyes.

I couldn't afford to be injured if I managed to escape. I got into the back of the SUV.

"Can you take these off?" I motioned to my cuffed hands.

He shook his head. "When we get there, maybe; if you behave yourself."

"Great." I muttered after he shut the door.

I looked around. This SUV was modified. You couldn't open where I was from the outside. I couldn't climb up the seats to a real door because there was a metal grate preventing that. So I had no choice but to sit there, like a good little prisoner.

By the time that we got to this compound the cuff itched so bad I just wanted to scratch off my wrists.

"Did you dip these in itching powder?" I asked as the blonde man opened the door.

"Nope. It's the silver. That's a better reaction than the burning."

He helped me down so I didn't fall flat on my face. He led into the huge building by holding onto my elbow.

"So." He punched in a pass code. "What's your name?" He asked as the door clicked, unlocking. The lock sounded heavy, which meant it was meant to keep in whatever awaited me inside.

"My name's Chris." His pass code was 1247. I'd have to remember that…just in case I can escape from this place.

"Chris isn't a very intimidating name for a kidnapper."

"Well good thing I'm not a kidnapper." He said moodily and shoved me into the compound. That was a weird name for a building to keep prisoners.

"You look like one to me."

"Right."

He entered the code into 3 more keypads. They were serious about the security here.

Then there was a special touch screen keypad. He put his hand on the screen and it scanned his prints. Unless I chopped off his hand, I wouldn't be able to get out of this door again.

I stared at the shutting door as Chris pulled me away from it. A whistle startled me to look forward. There were half naked men standing in doorways, looking at me like I was something to eat.

Some snickered at me, some stared, some whistled, and others looked as scared and angry as I was.

I felt uneasy, uncomfortable, to be around these men. I thought their prisoners would be in cells like the one I had been in, with stationed guards. I looked down the hall, there were no women. Was I here to be their male prisoner entertainment?

So, I did what I've been doing lately.

I panicked…again.

I pulled against Chris, I wanted out of here. I didn't want to be around all these guys. There was no good situation I saw here.

Chris growled. "We're already late as it is." He yanked me towards him, then lifted me off my feet. He slung me over his shoulders like a sec of potatoes.

"Aww, look at her, she's terrified." Voices teased.

"I'd like that sweet ass." Voices taunted.

"Leave her here with us Chris. We'll take real good care of her." Voices suggested.

I struggled against Chris until we went through another door.

"Sorry, that was a short cut. I thought they'd be better behaved." Chris didn't let me go. "Then again, you are an unmated female."

"Are there going to be more of them?"

He shook his head, his hair rubbing against my side. "That's all of them…well the ones you should be worried about at least."

"Why are there no women?"

"Because." He opened yet another door. "Women don't typically make the change and the ones who do, aren't sent here."

"What's so special about here?"

"Nothing in particular…we train werewolves to become agile fighters for the pack they are assigned to in the future."

"Like basic training?"

He nodded, "Good analogy." He opened one more door. The lighting wasn't fantastic, but I could still clearly see everything. "Here we are." He slowly put me on my feet. "You can sit on that chair. They're more comfortable than that matt you've been sleeping on."

"They'll be in here for you soon." He started for the door.

"You're leaving me here?"

He didn't even turn around to look at me. "You don't seem to like to be in the presence of kidnappers." He bit off spitefully.

I groaned and looked over at the chair. It did look comfortable. So I sat down. The fabric was coarse enough to offer a great way to scratch my wrists…and it felt fantastic.

I wasn't alone for long, but it was long enough to rub my wrist raw.

The door opened. "Hello." A cheery female voice greeted as she shut the door behind herself. She was fast, that's for sure. "I'm Casey."

"Um, hi." I thought it'd be another one of those guys to come in here and talk to me. I didn't expect a woman. "I'm Lexi."

She smiled, "Not what you expected?"

I shook my head. "Not at all." I admitted.

She nodded. "Well I wasn't the first choice, but I won, so here I am."

"So, you're going to try to convince me I'm a werewolf?"

She nodded, "Yep. Though after you see the video of your change, you'll see that what we're saying is the truth. If you still don't believe, then I'll do a change for you. Though, then my husband will come in here to talk for me."

"So you think you're a werewolf too."

She laughed. "Oh, I know what I am honey. It's just time for you to catch up."

Oh, we like her. I went rigid. I didn't expect to hear the ghost's voice again. I wasn't even in the same building this time. We were far from the house. You're stuck with me now. We're one.

"That voice you hear can help you. Typically the wolf wants to become one with their human counterpart."

I shook my head. "Werewolves are science fiction. They're stories. Imagination. Nothing more."

The voice in my head huffed unhappily.

She smiled at me like I was a child. "I understand that this is hard to believe, but I'm going to do the best I can."

She placed a small laptop on a table. "This is the video of your change last night. It shows why you're so sore and why you woke up with no clothes on this afternoon."

She pressed the touchpad once and a video popped on.

"It starts when you panic while Mason has a hold of you."

"That jerk's name is Mason?"

She smiled and nodded once. "Yes. He's a bit rough around the edges, but when he gets used to you, he'll back off."

"So he's a jerk to everyone?"

She nodded once again. "Everyone except the pack members he grew up with."

"Was he born this way?"

She sighed, "We're getting a bit off topic. Let's just convince you that we're not a bunch of lunatics, then we'll gossip about the pack."

"Can you take off these cuffs first?" They really were itchy now.

She nodded. "Of course."

The cuffs loosened and floated away from me like there was someone behind me.

She cringed when my jaw dropped, looking at the floating cuffs that made their way to her hand.

"This is something entirely off topic. It's just a habit. I hate touching those cuffs. They burn me."

"They were itching like crazy." I muttered looking at the cuffs in amazement.

I brought my hands up onto the table. My wrists were red and swollen from the irritation of those cuffs. They had to have laced them with something. This wasn't a normal reaction to handcuffs, even if they were lined with silver.

"That'll heal over tonight." She said with a smile. "Now watch that video and tell me what you think."