Jamie

Marissa was the last one to come back inside, because she had to get clothes for Donovan. After she got them, she took them outside and Allen freed Donovan from the dirt.

He did it without watching, of course. We were both inside explaining to the other girl what happened when Marissa told us she was ready. Allen shook his hand a tiny bit and we felt an intense rumbling from outside. Minutes later, Marissa came in carrying Donovan in a fireman's lift.

"Okay, now that we're all here, we need to figure some things out." I said, starting the conversation. "The first thing I want to mention is that Marissa is obviously your alpha."

Allen's eyes widened in fake surprise. "Really? I hadn't noticed." he said sarcastically.
She must have felt guilty, because she starting speaking quickly. "Allen I'm so sorry! I know how it feels to be under someone else's​ control and I want you to know that I didn't actually try to turn you into-"

He waved her off. "Shhh. It's fine. I'd rather it be you than him." He pointed to the unconscious Donovan on the couch. "We can already see what type of alpha he is. He acts like a megalomaniac."

I moved in closer to him and checked his arm. Sure enough, there was a heart shaped scar on it. The heart was small, but very obvious. He looked at the same thing I looked at, and flipped out.

"What the heck is that?! How did that get there?" He started rubbing it furiously, as if that could make it go away.

"It's a scar, Allen." I patted his shoulder. He kept staring at it and flexed his muscles, trying to make it move. "It looks more like a tattoo." He told me, smiling.

"It's not a tattoo," I told him. "It's a scar. It's the reason you're a werewolf. Because of that scar, you've been attacked and hunted by vampires. And guess who gave it you."

He kept staring at me, waiting for my answer, while I took a glance at Marissa. She glared at me, infuriated.
"Who's side are you on?" She screamed.

I smiled for a second, but then I wondered, why did I do that? I'm not vindictive, and I don't dislike Marissa at all. I don't spite her, and she's never crossed me. Maybe Donovan was starting to wear off on me. I don't know what happened.

"Wait, so you did this to me?" He asked her." She stopped looking at me. "It was the night you saved us. I imprinted on you the moment I saw you, and imprinting is like a crush, except it's deeper... and​ more possessive."

She waited for him to respond, but he said nothing, and waited for her to keep talking.

"Anyways, that night, there was also a full moon, and you know how weird we start to act when the full moon comes and-"

"I've never been affected by the full moon." Allen interrupted.
"That's kind of confused me for a while. I mean, at first I barely noticed it, but whenever I was alone, whenever I had a chance to think, I was wondering why I couldn't turn into a normal wolf like you guys, and why the moon doesn't turn me."

"It's probably because of the... man, what do we call it? Virus? Disease? Contagion? Anyways, We, the ancient werewolves, are so powerful that our power leaks out, and infects others. They become wolf like creatures, but they aren't werewolves and that don't respond to an Alpha. They run around insane until we put them down.

I... Inadvertently, created two of them by getting near them. This is a problem. We probably affected you and Danielle before you even became a werewolf." He looked at us, and touched his chest.

"Do you think Danielle is one of those too? Where is she?"

I looked at Marissa, and she looked at me, equally surprised and frightened.
"You... You don't know? I thought you knew." said Marissa.

"You thought I knew what? What's going on?" He looked back at me, and I accidentally took a step back, which probably made us look more guilty.

My voice somehow managed to remain calm. "Allen, who did you say you were you searching for earlier today?"

"I didn't say his name this morning, but it's Jacob." He slowly walked toward me, and his eyes glowed with malice. "What are you both hiding from me? You have ten seconds before you become a chew toy."

Marissa said nothing, and the other girl just watched in fascination.

"Allen... Danielle was taken. By the vampires.

Shaye

"GET OUT OF THERE! RUN!!" I tried to get her to escape, but she wouldn't listen. After I explained who had kidnapped and what happened to her, she just sort of shut down. She didn't respond after I told her, but she did break free. She sat on the examination table with her legs crossed and her hands in her lab.

I put more strain on my mind, and discovered that more vampires were coming. She wouldn't listen to me. "Aren't you working for them?" She said softly. "Why should I listen to you?"

"Danielle, listen. All they hired me to do was watch over you and your friends."

She looked up and around, probably searching for me. It creeped me out because her eyes were still a dark, bleeding red. "My friends... Allen, where's Allen?!" She went from looking in random directions to right where I was. Or technically, where my magic had materialised.

A loud whistling sound pierced my mind, and almost disrupted the connection.
"Danielle, wait!"
The sound stopped.
"Allen is safe, they haven't gotten to him yet."

She still seemed skeptical. "All you did was say that, you didn't search for him."
The whistling started again, but it was soft at first, then growing louder and louder until it was painful again.

"Okay! Okay! Give me a second, and I'll search for him!" The whistling continued, and I was starting to think that she didn't believe me, when it finally subsided. Not wasting a second, I concentrated all my efforts on Allen.

I was really tired, and still in pain from earlier, so the image in my mind was a little distorted.

It appeared as though Allen and Donovan just been fighting, and Donovan had ended up unconscious. Besides that, they were discussing something, and it looked like Marissa and Jamie were afraid.

"Allen's doing just fine!" I informed her. "In fact, he's back with the group."
Danielle's ​face lit up, and I saw that her eyes were starting to return to normal.
I didn't know the terms of Allen's relationship with Danielle, so I decided not to mention Sam, the witch girl.

"Really? What are they doing?" She asked, looking hopeful.
I tried to hear them, but I didn't have enough energy. I was utterly exhausted, and terrible at lip reading, but I was sure I could guess what was going on. Marissa and Jamie had stopped talking, and shared nervous glances. That wasn't a good sign.

Then Allen walked up to Jamie, angry, and threatened him.
That's when it hit me. Allen did not know what happened to Danielle. But they did. Well, they knew she got kidnapped, but he didn't.

That's why they were so nervous to tell him. From the looks of it, he wasn't taking it so well either. He pushed past Jamie, opened the door, and broke into a run.
"It seems to me... That they might be coming for you."

She looked kind of excited now. "Are you serious?" asked Danielle.
"Yes. I am. Which is why you need to get out of here before those vampires come. Who knows what they might do."

She laughed, a creepy, maniacal laughter that lasted too long. "If Allen's coming to save me, I should just wait here. And those vampires are going to do more to you then they will to me."

As soon as she said that, I knew she had a point. But outright killing me is still better than them experimenting on her repeatedly like some exotic tree frog.

I broke the connection with Allen because I knew exactly where he was headed. I was probably officially on the kill list, so Danielle wasn't my problem now. I needed to save myself.

"Danielle, are you going to be okay?"

"Duh."

"I'm going to escape, and I advise you to do the same. After I get out, I'll find Allen and bring in the calvary."

"What calvary?" she asked.

"The wolves are planning to retake the sky. With Allen, they think the four of them can do it."
She laughed. "Against thousands of vampires?"
"Keep in mind, you just killed hundreds of them." I reminded​ her. "Plus, there's something special about the four of them that the vampires can't even begin to comprehend."

Suddenly, my vision went black. I couldn't see Danielle or the room she was in anymore.

"I think that's enough out of you." said someone I had never heard before. My vision cleared, and I was still in the office, surrounded by death.
I couldn't see who had spoken to me, and I didn't hear anything breathing.
"Where are you?" I said, staying on guard. "Who is this?"

"Isn't it obvious? We both do the same thing, and i know for a fact Dr. Paige mentioned me earlier."

I thought long and hard, it was on the tip of my tongue. I remember Paige telling me, "You're not the only one with that type of magic."

Gabriel. This man was Gabriel. If he truly had the same power as me, that means he probably wasn't in this building. "Gabriel. That's who you are. What do you mean you think that's enough of me?"

"Wow, you catch on quick." His voice sounded loud in this room filled with silence.
"You're done. Not only do you know too much, I've found out you have been plotting against us the whole time. Calvary, I think you called them? That's funny, because the strongest member is our biggest puppet. Did you think Sam was just a coincidence?"

I heard enough. I made a break for the elevator and mashed the button. I wasn't sure if he was skilled enough to teleport here to kill me, and I didn't want to find out. As soon as the elevator dinged, I banged on it, praying that it would move faster.

"That's pointless," he called out to me. "You'll never escape that way. I was so anxious I almost didn't notice it. There was a ticking sound coming from the inside of the elevator. I immediately ran away from it, and I had about 7 seconds before the blast hit. The force from the blast threw me forwards and I cut my jaw on the side of a desk.

I didn't let it faze me and hurried to my feet.
"There's not a lot of options, Shaye. Stop fighting. You should've died the moment Danielle screamed, like everyone else in that building."

I opened the door to the stairs and smelled smoke. I wasn't sure how far down or was, but the rooms below were on fire.
"Did you do this?!" I yelled, looking to the ceiling.

He didn't respond. I saw an orange glow from down there, and knew that it was spreading upward.  I closed the door to the stairs and looked for an alternate escape route.
I couldn't go through the elevator, and the stairs were engulfed in flames.

I scanned the room until my eyes landed on the broken glass. I looked at the window, and mentally slapped myself. "I must be out of my mind." I thought to myself. "This is the fourteenth floor."

There was another loud explosion, this time coming from upstairs. The ceilings started to give way to some of the heavier things, and suddenly, huge desks and storage containers were falling from upstairs.
"You better hurry." Gabriel spoke again. "I have an escape. You don't."

So he was here! He must have been teleporting in and out, destroying things, planting bombs, and burning everything. He must have been told not to kill me outright, or I'd have been dead.

"That's exactly right." he said to me, this time in my head. "Those cameras still work, so when the police come, I can't be seen as a criminal."

I stepped over some bodies and moved closer to the window. "How well the cameras explain what happened to everyone here? There's no way you can get away work this!"

"I can if you end up looking like the criminal."

No matter what happened, I was still trapped.
I closed my eyes and tried to call upon all the magic within me, which wasn't much.
I figured I had enough for one destination, and afterwards I'd either be sick as a dog or comatose.

I stood on the edge of one of the broken windows. I accidentally looked down and scared myself. Fourteenth stories up. I stopped hyperventilating and focused. Going home was impossible.

I had the image of where I wanted to go in my mind, and took a deep breath. "Ekat em ereht." I chanted, and jumped out towards the streets below.