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I strained against the bonds holding me to the chair. I'm alone in my cell; my doll stares at me in the corner. I try not to look around the small dirty cell; I don't want to see what he has planned for me today. 'I don't want to be punished.' I think lowering my head.

"I'm just so hungry." Shame coursed through my brain. The door creaks open, and I hear footsteps come closer.

'Now's our chance Ana...let's rip his throat out!' Ulrica whispers encouraging me in my ear. I struggle to keep her at bay. He jerks my head up and places the wires to my temples. I can't see his face, the single lightbulb blinks in and out, blinding me. He steps in front of me, and I see my father's face changing back and forth to my other torturers — beta, Alpha, Beta, Alpha, Xander, and then back to the Beta. His cold eyes stare at me with a wicked gleam. He lifts a hand, and I fight with everything in me, not to flinch...to stare into his eyes, challenging him. Gently, he traces my temple bringing it slowly down to my cheek. I see Xander's face and tears spring to my eyes, and he is looking at me with pure love and admiration.

'This isn't real...I will never feel this.' I whimper, trying to lean into his touch before it vanishes. Xander's face quickly morphs into a look of disgust, and my heart breaks all over again. I growl at him, snapping at his hands, trying to bite it off and he growls back. I jerk at the chains; I need to get out.

"If you move, it will hurt more." He turns around and goes to the table behind him filled with medical supplies, another person walks in, and they assemble the formula on the table. I fight the burning chains, screaming in frustration. Xander and the other man turns around, and my heart freezes.

"I killed you!" I hiss at Thanatos.

"Did you?" He mocks, and I snarl at him when he takes the needle from Xander and walks towards me.

"Don't you dare," I hissed. Thanatos laughs.

"You're very special, Anala," He said. "You may be the last one." I didn't recall much as the needle punctures my skin and I pull away, screaming.

I wake up screaming bloody murder, cold and wet. An older woman stands above me holding my arms down. Fear coursed through my body and I struggle out of her hold.

"Shh, please calm down." The lady mutters softly, but I manage to fall out of the bed, landing on my hands and knees. My breathing picks up when I see the red and white wires attached to my arms. Thoughts were racing through my head. I want, no needed them to slow down so I can try to breathe but they won't. The woman comes around the bed and tries to approach me. I scramble away, tearing the wires from my arms.

"You shouldn't be up! You're going to hurt yourself." She pleads I try to get to my feet, but my legs can't hold me up. My breaths come in gasps, and I feel like I'm going to blackout. My heart is hammering inside my chest as if it belongs to a rabbit running for its skin. The woman takes another step towards me, and I jump back into a table spilling its contents before us. My whole body freezes when I see the needle, and the lady notices my reaction and raises her hands.

"We are just trying to help you. Please get back into bed, and I will explain everything." She urges, I lunge for the scalpel and hold it in defense. The room spins, and I bring my legs closer to me, trying to make everything slow to something my brain and body can cope with. I feel so sick. I want to run to the door but it's too far away, too far away, it's so far away. I don't know where I am, If I leave through that door, who else am I going to have to fight. Who do I have to kill...I don't want to kill anymore...the door is too far away, he's gone, I killed him, he went boom, breathe, gone. How many are out there, too far away...darkness...creeping blackness...closing in. I hear the loud clang as the scalpel fell from my hand; I'm on the floor in a ball- the fetal position. Where am I, what's my name, where's Ulrica? The older lady takes a hesitant step towards me; the room is spinning...blackness... in the distance, I hear the door open, and several footsteps rush forward.

"WHAT HAPPENED!" A male voice roared in anger.

I need...to...fight I think before the world finally goes still and the darkness swallows me.

-Demidicus-

I rush into the room to see her, curled into herself, her eyes running around the room. They were wild and held so much fear I just wanted to go over to her and hold her in my arms, tell her she's going to be okay.

"WHAT HAPPENED?!" I yelled, furious. I glared at the nurse and stalked over to her. She cringed away looking everywhere but at me.

"I-I don't know," she stuttered, "One minute she started to seize and I was holding her down so she wouldn't injure herself, then her heart rate picked up and stopped, the next thing I know she is screaming at the top of her lungs." The nurse explained, and I look back at the small sleeping child before me. Carefully I make my way towards her and gently pick her up. She's so tiny and weighs absolutely nothing. The blue shirt that the nurse put on her went all the way past her knees and looked like it would fall off her shoulders any second. But it contrasted beautifully with her pale skin. I hold her to my chest and sit on the bed with her.

"What is going on here?" A hoarse voice rang through the room, but I didn't look up, I couldn't. She needed me, and I wanted to be there for her. Someone stepped closer, and I growled a warning at my father. He stopped and stared at me impassively.

"Is this her? Your mate?" He asked, already knowing the answer.

"No, but I owe her everything," I said staring down at her again, I brush some of the hair away from her pale face.

"Take her to the dungeons." A woman's voice breaks in, and I growl viciously at my stepmom. I open my mouth to threaten the guards when the nurse intervenes.

"If I can be frank... the girl cannot go anywhere. She has been here for over a week and is still in critical condition." She says firmly staring at my father.

"What's wrong?"I fretted, bringing her closer to me, but relaxed my hold when I heard a small gasp.

"I honestly don't know. It's like her insides have been through a blender and then fried to pieces. I don't even know how she's alive, but I guess those are the mysteries of werewolves. I don't even know how to treat her." The nurse admitted. My heart sank.

"Can we give her some of my blood?" I ask, knowing vampire blood has healing properties.

"I don't know if that will work...after all, she is a werewolf." She said, scratching her chin.

"She's not an ordinary werewolf," I say with pride in my voice.

"Sir?" The nurse looks at my father, and I roll my eyes in exasperation.

"If she dies, it's on you," Dad says before stepping back. I place the girl gently on the bed and roll up my sleeve. The nurse quickly inserts the needle in place and attaches it to the girl.

"This is an awful idea!" My stepmother comes forth, "Do you know what she is? Do you know what she can do!?" She screeched.

"She saved my life." I seethed at her, "I saw first hand at what she is capable of, and because of that, I am alive." My eyes flash gold, while I glare at the bitch before me.

"Demidicus Emlyn, you will not talk to my mate like that!" My father booms, no longer the weak human he pretends to be. I ignore them and focus my attention back to the girl.

I don't even know her name. I think sadly. The blood transfers over and the needle is taken quickly out of my arm. The girl begins to look a little better; the nurse does some tests and looks at me and smiles.

"Her heart rate is strong, she will be fine," the nurse pauses, looks back at the girl and her smile fades, "As fine as she can be in her state of mind." I look at the nurse raising my eyebrows in confusion. The nurse sighs and turns the small girl over bringing the collar of the girl's shirt down; I hiss at what I see; scars cover her entire back, not an inch of her skin was left alone, I crouch down to look closer and see words carved into her back. Killer, demon, bitch, and monster were some of the words I could make out, there were more, but the scars scratched them away. Tears came to my eyes as I imagined what sort of treatment this tiny girl received.

"Take her away." My father says, and I look up shocked. The guards didn't hesitate this time; they came forward and held me down while they lifted the sleeping angel roughly and took her away. I felt a sharp sting on my neck, and the world faded away, my hand reaching towards her.

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