I felt sore as I started waking up. I didn't even want to open my eyes. It felt like the worst hangover I'd ever had.

When I finally did open my eyes, nothing was familiar.

Sitting up was a bad idea, I felt nauseous. I covered my face with my hands, trying in vain to stop the pounding in my head.

"You should have listened to Grayson." An unfamiliar deep voice said.

I quickly looked up. Even with my wavering vision, I could see the bars of the cell I was in.

"Where am I?"

"You're at the pack house."

"What the hell does that mean?" I asked as I slowly staggering to my feet.

"This is where you’re staying until you gain control over your wolf."

"My wolf?"

He nodded. "That's what I said."

I leaned on the bars for support. "Are you crazy?" It was the only explanation. But of course crazy people didn't know that they were crazy. That's the whole point of being insane.

I had been kidnapped by a crazed psychopath who drugged me and kidnapped me then put me in a cell…and apparently this little cult thought they were werewolves.

The man shook his head with a smile. "I know that all this does sound crazy, but it's all true."

The bars I was holding onto started the burn, so I let them go and took a step back.

"Those bars are lined with silver, you shouldn't lean against them." He warned.

"Why would silver make my hands burn?" I asked him gently, like I would a child. I might as well get whatever information I could out of him. When I get out of here and arrest them all, these details might be useful in court.

"Because you're not exactly human anymore." He said simply.

"How can I not be human?" I couldn't believe this. "I have 10 fingers and toes. I'm talking to you aren't I?"

"Yes you are." He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Who are you?" I asked sitting back in the mattress that was my bed.

"My name is Brian." He said with a smile.

"And how did you get involved with Grayson, the psychopath?" That made him laugh.

"That title, however fitting sometimes, is inappropriate." He didn't sound angry that I had bad talked his boss.

It was obvious that this guy was working for the man that had kidnapped me.

"Why am I here?"

I leaned back against the wall. This guy wasn't a threat to me.

"I told you. To gain control over your wolf."

"My wolf." I muttered. He nodded. I shook my head and closed my eyes. "Whatever."

He wasn't going to tell me the truth. If he was, then he would've talked already.

For now, all I could wish for was the chance to escape. I needed to get out of here and get home.

Maybe a couple of hours past before I heard a metal door open. I looked up to see combat boots coming down the steps.

"You're free." The deep voice said.

"Finally." Brian stood from his chair and went to the stairs as the man descended.

"She's awake." Brian muttered asked as he waited at the bottom of the stairs. They were obviously only wide enough for one man.

It was then that I got a good look at Brian.

He looked like he worked out. He was definitely athletic, broad shoulders and obvious muscles even if the light wasn't fantastic. I wouldn't be able to get away from him. I was good at defending myself against the men I worked with, but this Brian guy looked tough. He had great bone structure, dark eyes and dark hair. He was definitely good looking, and from what little talking we've done, not a bad guy. Maybe he just got mixed up with the wrong group. I saw that a lot on the job.

If I thought Brian looked tough, then this guy looked absolutely murderous. There was a scowl on his face that looked like it could be a permanent feature, which was regretful because he was very good looking. His green eyes looked like they'd sparkle when he was happy…but now they glowed with anger.

"Grayson order your ass down here?"

He growled inhumanly at Brian, who laughed in response then bounced up the stairs two at a time.

Then the pissed off green eyes looked over me.

"You're awake."

"Obviously." I huffed and sat down on the little mattress. "It's cold in here. Can you turn up the heat?"

He shook his head and took the seat I found Brian on when I awoke. "The temperature needs to be this cold. It'll keep you controlled."

I sighed deeply. "That sounds like a crock of shit." I muttered under my breath.

"You should watch what you say around us."

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest defensively. There was something about this guy that told me I should be on edge, and I was definitely going to listen to it. "If I didn't want you to hear it, I wouldn't have said it."

He rolled his eyes and rested his feet a horizontal bar on my cell. "I liked it better when you were sleeping."

After what felt like an hour of silence and him just staring at me, I got irritated. "What are you looking at?"

He shrugged, "I have nothing else to do. Plus you're not exactly hard on my eyes."

"Go figure that you'd be a bit shallow."

He smirked and it was freaking fantastic. Why did the pretty ones have to be crazy? "I don't think I'm shallow."

"Really?" I asked in utter disbelief. Maybe he was cute and stupid. He just nodded once, that damn smirk still on his lips. "I find that hard to believe. Have you ever spoken to a girl who wasn't up to your superior standards?"

He leaned back, thinking. "Sure I talked to them. The cute girls always have a fat friend with them." I gasped. "It makes them feel better about themselves."

He chuckled at me. "You're shocked? I'm sure you have a few fat friends you went to the clubs with."

I shook my head. "No. I don't have any friends."

"You lie." It was like a switch was flipped in his mind, if he'd been calm and collected before, now he wasn't. He took his feet off my cage and leaned forward. "I'm going to give you some advice." He was serious now. "Don't fucking lie to me." His voice was a growl. It was low and threatening. His voice gave me goose bumps as the fear sunk into my bones.

I knew that as long as he was on the other side of the bars that I was okay. But if he came in here, there was little I could do to defend myself against him.

He leaned back against his chair, but kept his feet to himself this time. Maybe his pet peeve was people lying to him. I did have friends, just not what he thought. My only friends were cops.

"You're a bit moody aren't you?" I muttered while looking down at my bare feet. I still had fingernail polish on my toes from the mani/pedi I allowed myself to finally get. Just because I was a cop didn't mean that I couldn't do girly things every once in a while.

"Maybe you should just stop talking." He said through clenched teeth.

"Maybe you should've learned something about manners." I shot back, glaring at him.

His pretty green eyes glared right back at me. "Shut your mouth." He ordered.

When I tried to give a sarcastic response, I couldn't. It was like my jaw was wired shut. I huffed and looked away from him.

"That's better." I stole a quick glance at him. He was smiling now and took a deep breath. Smug bastard. So: this guy was cute, intimidating, smug and moody.

Sounded like he was just my type. I shook my head. I couldn't think like that. My last relationship let me know that I obviously had horrible taste in men.

We like him. A voice rang in my head.

I hopped off the mattress like it was on fire. I couldn't see anyone close enough to talk to me like that. The woman would've had to be right at my ear. It sounded like my own thoughts, but the voice was different, louder.

He could take care of us. The voice sounded happy at that prospect.

There was no woman in the room.

"Let me out!" I shook the door in a panic. "Let me out!" My hands started feeling a burning sensation.

Calm down. The voice told me. I pulled at the door, screaming for that bastard to open the door. This place had to be haunted. I'd seen way too many scary movies. I knew that I needed to get the hell out of here before something really bad happened.

The green eyes stood at the door, staring at me with curiousness. "What's wrong?"

"I need to get out of here!" I begged pulling at the door some more.

"Are you hearing a voice?" He sounded oddly calm, like this was what he expected. Was he used to being around women when they were on the verge of a panic attack?

"NO!" I denied with a yell. "Let me OUT!" I screamed.

He growled. "What did I tell you about lying to me?!" He yelled right back.

You should listen to him. The voice cooed in my mind. He's stronger than us.

"Let me out!" My voice was panicked. There was no way I could control the panic as it seeped through my body.

"Sit down." The man ordered. I flew back onto the mattress. Some invisible force glued my ass to the mattress where I heard the voice.

With a few beeps on a keypad attached to the wall, the door opened.

I tried to make a break for it, but he caught me, hooking his arm around my belly. I tried to force him away, but he was just too strong. Nothing I did affected him. It just made his smile grow. He had to be a sadistic bastard to get such joy out of my panic.

"Listen to me." He cooed as he shut the door, locking himself in with me. "You're going to be fine." I couldn't detect any deception in his voice. I definitely had enough experience to tell lies from truth.

"This place is haunted."

He sat on the mattress and pulled me down with him. He sat against the wall and held me close to him. It wasn't like I could get comfortable either. He had my arms crossed over my chest so he could control me better.

"It's not haunted. I promise."

"And I should take a kidnapper at his word?"

"You're not going crazy and this place isn't haunted." He muttered.

"It has to be haunted." I grunted with the effort to get away from this man. 

I felt him shake his head behind me. "You're hearing your wolf coming through."

I scoffed. This man was crazy. "It's a good sign the sooner you can hear the wolf the sooner you can gain control over it."

"The wolf..." I muttered unhappily, giving up the fight to get away from him.

"You guys keep saying the wolf, my wolf, but you guys are crazy."

"We're not crazy, we're just different. You'd better get used to it because you're just like us now."

"And why would I be just like you now?"

"Because you're a werewolf now." He said so matter-of-factly.

"A werewolf."

"Right. A werewolf. How could I have thought you were crazy?" I said with mock astonishment.

"You shouldn't mock me. I'm telling the truth."

"Werewolves aren't real."

"Would you like to explain how your injuries healed so miraculously?"

"The wonders of modern medicine."

He chuckled. "No. Medicine has not come so far. That's the werewolf in you. You'll see that there are many benefits to being a wolf."

He does not lie. The voice inside me said causing me to stiffen. I hate this. I just want to go home.

"You should talk back to her." He man behind me whispered in my ear. "You can reach common ground. You need to control her."

A terrifying growl ripped through me. I struggled against the man.

"She isn't going to like being under your leash, but she's just going to have to get used to it." He hardly struggled to keep me still.

He made me furious. I couldn't keep my temper from flaring. He kidnapped me, tries to tell me these ridiculous lies, and he won't let me go.

He grabbed my face and forced me to look at him. He smirked. "Your eyes turn amber when your wolf is at the surface."

He leaned down, reaching for his boot, squishing me against him, which made my temper flair even more. It was like he thought he owned me. Like he thought he could control me.

The distinct sound of a blade being unsheathed sobered my fury. This man could hurt me if he pleased.

"Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you." He rubbed the blade on his pants.

"Look." He held onto the blade with a firm grip he obviously didn't trust me to not try to take it from him. I would've tried given the opportunity.

I looked at the blade and didn't see anything spectacular. It was just a knife.

"What am I looking at?"

"Your reflection. We don't have mirrors down here so this is as close as you're going to get to one for now."

When I reached for it, he put it out of my grasp.

"I can't see." I complained.

He brought it back and tilted it a bit. "There."

I shook my head. "I still can't see."

I grabbed his hand and tilted it until I could see my own eyes. He was right. The normal brown was lightened to a bright amber.

"That's not possible." My head started pounding. "You're lying." I panicked, then I blacked out.