--Allison--

I start to come to again and I'm in a new room. So that's what he meant by 'won't be here long' I guess. I try to sit up more comfortably and I feel the concrete scrape beneath my bare legs. I hear the chains rattle and I feel them go taught as I pull my hands out. 

I move my arms, pulling on the restrains and I feel the discomfort: silver. 

There isn't a single light on in the room, the only light I get is from the crack underneath the door, and there isn't any way I can reach the door. It's on the other side of the room. I try to judge how big the room is, my back is against a wall, and the door seems to be eight feet away from me.

I try to glance from side to side, but I can't see the other walls, the crack of light isn't enough to reach the other two walls, but it's too bright to let my eyes adjust to the darkness beyond its reach. 

I shiver in the cold room, not sure if it's because it actually is cold in here, or if it's because of whatever they've been drugging me with. Whatever that damned stuff is though, it actually works. They know how to knock out a werewolf. 

I try reaching out to Alarik, but it's like I hit a brick wall. I can't make it through, I can't even feel him. It's like there was a string tying us together and it's been cut. 

I briefly wonder if that's because of the dizziness I feel him my head. Do the drugs last after I've woken up, is there something else in them that's keeping me cut off from Alarik?

A few moments pass that feel like forever, probably the longest they've let me be conscious and I wonder if it might be for good this time. If so, then I might be able to figure out what these people want. Then again, I'm not sure if I want to know what they want. 

I hear the metal door scrape against the cement floor and the light grows bigger. I turn my face into my shoulder shutting my eyes tightly as the intensity of it burns my eyes. 

Heavy footsteps approach and I look up at whoever it is. I will not show weakness to these cowards. They need to drug me, chain me up just to make sure that I don't go after them or get away. They don't have what it takes to take me down fairly. 

What's fair about them using nothing? They're just human. The words bounce around in my head. It's true, they are human that much I can still tell. From what I can see, it's the same man that came into the room alone last time. The one who had told me to change into the large shirt. 

I know that I was changed, and it hadn't been on my own. I shivered at the thought of him touching me. What else could he have done? I wouldn't know a single thing.

"Why are you doing this?" I finally ask. I'd made the assumption they'd want money or something, told them there was no way they were going to get any. 

I didn't really expect him to answer the question though. I don't know much about kidnapping, but I don't think the abductors normally tell their captives much. 

"We need you."

We, that was a start I suppose. 

"We who? You and that other guy who grabbed me from the sidewalk?"

"Just we." The tone of the man's voice led me to believe that he wasn't going to be saying much else about the subject. And I already knew better than to ask where we were. 

"What am I needed for?"

The man sat something down on the ground and scooted it toward me with his foot. 

"Eat up," he said with a slight grin before turning to leave. 

I hesitantly reached out, barely able to grab whatever it was that he sat down before the chains ran out. I pulled the object toward me and brought it close to my face, sniffing it. 

It didn't really smell like much, but I found a fork on it. It was apparently a plate of food. 

I scooped up some of whatever it was onto the fork and put it in my mouth. It took everything I had to swallow whatever it was they put on there. It was something mushy and close to tasteless, not to mention it was lukewarm.

I wanted to set the tray down and keep it as far away as possible, but with the small addition of some substance in my stomach, it started to growl. It wanted more food, but I didn't want to bring that near me again. 

It's okay, I thought to myself. Just eat the food, do what they say. Alarik will be here before I know it. He's going to come for me. He'll know I'm gone. 

I wasn't sure how long I had been gone, but I knew had to have been at least a day. I'd traveled to wherever the first place was and they either moved me to a completely different place, or maybe just a different room in the same building. 

Should Alarik have been able to find me already?

There was no way I would know if he should have or not. These weren't people within our pack, they were humans from the outside. If it had been some other werewolves, then yes he probably would have. 

What if he never finds me? Who's to say that these people are anywhere near my pack? 

I had to push the thought aside. They had to be somewhere near the pack. They wouldn't have traveled so far out of their way just to get me when there were probably closer packs. 

Unless they were told to come get me specifically. 

No, I had to push that away too. I couldn't start calling up conspiracy theories right now. I needed to focus either getting myself out of here or somehow getting through to Alarik. 

What would getting through to him do? You don't even know where you are. 

I hung my head. No, I didn't know where I was. I knew nothing about this area, about these people. I hadn't seen anything. All I knew was I'd been thrown into a large black van. 

I closed my eyes and thought about Alarik. 

I thought about the first and only night we shared together. The feel of his skin on mine, and the feel of our lips pressed together. I felt the pressure of his teeth before they sunk into my skin marking me. 

I should be able to reach him. We were connected. 

An emptiness came up to swallow me whole, wanting to take me under into a darkness that was void of hope. The cloudy feeling wouldn't leave my head, and it felt like the temperature in the room was dropping. All I had to protect me was the thin fabric of the large shirt. 

I couldn't do this, I needed to get out of here. I needed warmth, I needed my head clear, I needed to get outside and run. 

I started pulling on the chains around my wrist, wincing slightly at the sharp pain that the action brought with it. 

Somewhere in my head I knew it was no use, it was made of silver after all, there's no possible way for me to break free. 

I turned myself over to my senses. There had to be some way to figure something out, either my location, or at least the type of place I was in. The amount of people guarding me maybe. 

I closed my eyes and opened my ears and inhaled deeply. 

All I could smell was this room. 

"No," I whispered. "No, no, no."

I pulled on the chains as hard as I could, a grunt passing my lips. "No!" 

I slumped back against the cold wall. I was completely cut off. 

Something had separated me from my wolf and I didn't have anything. There was no sense of smell, there was no sharp hearing, it was like I was human. 

My nose wrinkled at the thought. 

What could these people possibly have to gain in making me human. 

I'm not human, I thought. They're just making it seem like I am. There's no way to turn a werewolf into a human, it's not possible. They just want to be on even ground. I can't take them out, I can't shift and get away. I'm stuck in this skin just as weak as they are. Weaker. 

I really needed to have a talk with myself. I'd started pulling myself in to darker waters and soon I was going to drown in the negativity my mind was throwing around. 

Now it was up to me to figure out how they were keeping me from my other side. If I could figure out how they were keeping me human, keeping me from getting in touch with my abilities then maybe there was a way I could counteract them. 

The only thing I knew that I'd had since they'd grabbed me was whatever the stuff was that knocked me out, and the plate of food the man had given me. 

If I was going to make bets on what they were using to keep me from my wolf, I would bet that it was that drug. I didn't know of really anything that could knock us out. I knew there were very few things. Doctors used them mainly for extreme cases, if there was an injury that just wouldn't heal itself. However, I wasn't sure how any humans would have gotten their hands on it, or where they would even find information like that. 

It wasn't like much of the stuff out there was real. I mean, yeah, the silver was real. But a lot of the things that humans thought they knew about us was really just manipulated facts. Half truths and lies that we tell, playing ourselves off as nonexistent. 

Apparently someone knew that we weren't just creatures of myth though. Someone knew exactly what we are and now I needed to figure out how to play them. How to play a person that knew what I was and what I could do, someone who was keeping me drugged up on something that was suppressing the threat to them. 

It was time that I just lie low and wait.

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Alrighty there. Allison seems to be fluctuating a bit between depressed and determined. Hmmm... Interesting things unfolding here. 

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