Not much to say, just the usual, comment, vote, yadda, yadda. Please check out my other story if you haven't already.

I love to hear all your guesses on who the traitor is, I can't wait to reveal it!! (No it's not this chapter, hang in there) So ya, just let me know your reactions to everything and such, like on the whole Davo/Maggie/Andrew thing. I want to know who you think she should be with.

Oh and some people were wondering about Sasha. Sasha isn't just a bitch for the sake of being a bitch, she does have her reasons (Que the speculations). The whole explanation will come in a couple chapters...I'm not sure how many...Alright, well before I give TOO much away, enjoy chapter 20!!

~Alex

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I paced in front of the bars, surly beginning to wear a rut in the frigid stone as my feet padded back and forth, back and forth. We had been down there for hours without a single word from upstairs.

"Pix, will you sit down? You're making me dizzy." Davo's voice pierced the eerie quiet. Though it wasn't much more than a whisper, it seemed to be as loud as fireworks against the melodic beat of dripping water and my bare feet shuffling against the cold concrete ground.

"How could they do this to us?!" I exclaimed, no longer able to keep my outrage in silence. "We trusted them and now they think we're traitors!" My body was tense in my fury; my shoulders tight, my arms hugged to my sides, my hands clenching and unclenching into fists so tight I could feel my ragged nails biting into the skin on my palm.

"Well they-" Davo began, but I wasn't done quite yet.

"How dare they! I mean we haven't done anything wrong!" I yelled, anger letting words flow out of my mouth like a long-imprisoned lake breaking through the thick stone confinements of a dam. "I worked my ass off training so I could fight for these people and how do they repay me? By locking us in a freaking cage in their basement?!"

"Look I know you're mad, but you need to calm down. I-"

"No I will not calm down!" My voice pitched well above normal, echoing throughout the dungeon-like room. I half expected the small window to crack in its intensity.

"Why should I calm down?! These idiots locked us in a cage! And what have we done to this Sasha girl huh? Why does she hate us?" Davo stood up and grabbed onto my shoulders, trying to hold me steady as if he was worried that any moment my fury would propel me through the ceiling.

"Listen, you need to-"

"I mean I haven't even been here that long and I met her, what? Once?!"

"Pix-"

"And then Connor! He's supposed to be the Alpha! Some Alpha he is! He just stood there and watched while we got dragged away! He let that manipulative,

deceitful, spiteful little-"

"Maggie!"

The flow of words stopped abruptly as I looked up at Davo, catching his steely gaze with mine. He took my silence as an opportunity to speak.

"You need to calm down and think rationally for a second." His voice was slow and calm as a rippling creak, and equally as consoling, as he lowered his head to my level. "Of course they might see us as potential threats. I mean we both fought on Danny's side in the last fight and, like Sasha said, we aren't even part of this pack."

"You agree with them?" I asked, astonished, my nose crinkling in disgust.

"No, of course not. I know I didn't do it, and I know you would never betray your friends. I'm not saying what they did was right, I'm just saying I understand why they did it."

I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose as I fell backwards onto one of the shabby mattresses. My eyes traced non-existent patterns and images in the ceiling as he walked over and sat next to me.

"So...what do we do now?" I asked, not taking my eyes off the ceiling. "Just wait around down here for them to" I reached my hands up and bent my fingers in air quotes. "'un-quarantine' us?"

"Well what else can we do? Break out?"

I bit my bottom lip, chewing on it in thought.

'Not such a bad idea...'

"No." I turned my head and looked into Davo's steady gray gaze. He looked down at me knowingly, his eyes seeming to read my soul, as if he had known what I was thinking. "We aren't going to break out of here. I was just being sarcastic. Plus do you know how guilty that would make us look? If we want them to believe us, that we're innocent, we have to do what they say."

I sighed again. "Fine."

Just then, we heard the creak of the never-used door opening and the feet of multiple people making the rickety stairs moan under their weight. We both stood up and walked to the barred door to see our visitors.

Andrew came into view and he smiled a large, toothy grin when he saw me. Sasha walked close behind him, her two henchmen, Cameron and Gunner, followed at her heels like two long-since-broken dogs obediently following their master. Andrew walked over to the door and twisted a key in the lock, swinging the barred gate open.

"Come on Maggs," he motioned for me to come with him. I eagerly walked toward the door with Davo following close behind me.

"Not you," Said Cameron, pointing to Davo. His low booming voice making everyone freeze in their path. "Just her."

"Andrew what's going on?" I asked. "Why can't Davo come too?"

"Your boy-toy vouched for you," Sasha chimed in; disgust clear in her voice and on her face. "Not him."

'Vouched?'

*Boy-toy?*

"What is she talking about Andrew?"

"I vouched for you," he said, making sure to look me directly in the eye. "Which means, you can come out of the cell as long as you're with me or Connor."

"And if you do actually turn out to be what you're suspected of, he will receive the same punishment you do," Sasha taunted, her hateful smile back on her face.

I shot her a glare before turning back to Andrew. "Well, what about Davo?"

Andrew's unsure gaze shifted to Davo for a fraction of a second before coming back to rest on my eyes once more. "I can't vouch for him." He said, loud enough for Davo to hear.

"Why the hell not?!"

"I don't trust him." He stated with hate and resentment coating his words.

"So you're just going to leave him down here?!"

"I don't have a choice." He whispered trying to get me to lower my voice.

"There's always a choice Andrew." I hissed, venom seeping into my voice. "And I'm making mine." I stiffly walked back into the cell and stood beside Davo, crossing my arms defiantly over my chest. "I'm not going if he's not. I won't let him sit down here alone until you idiots realize your mistake." As the words left my mouth, hard and accusing, Andrew flinched, as if I had slapped him across the face. But I didn't care, Davo was my friend and I refused to abandon him down here.

"Pix, what are you doing?" Davo whispered, his warm breath in my ear. I ignored him and continued to shift by glare from Sasha to Andrew and back.

Andrew sighed. "I didn't want to have to do this... Cameron? Gunner?" I eyed the two large men skeptically as they pushed their way through the door and stood in

front of me. Each grabbed onto one of my arms and began to drag me toward Andrew and the door.

"Let go of me!" I yelled as I dug me feet into the ground. Acting on instinct, I let my shield expand, enough to get them to back off but not enough to send them flying into the walls. I ran over beside Davo again, my shield lowering. But before I could make it more than three feet, Gunner had picked me up and thrown me over his shoulder. "Put me down!" I yelled into his back, pummeling him with my fists like a child having a tantrum. In this position I couldn't use my shield, because it would only result in me slamming into the ceiling.

"Take her to my room, and make sure to lock the door ok?" Cameron nodded to Andrew as he and Gunner took me up the stairs.

"Ow! Watch it!" I cried as my back slammed against the too-short door frame. I heard a mumbled sorry from Gunner before he carried me up the steps and to Andrew's room. He literally threw me into the room and locked the door. I pounded on the painted wood with my fists, yelling for them to let me out, but no one answered. I kicked at the bottom of the door, leaving a sizable dent in the wooden frame. I turned and looked around the room. It looked much like mine except that it was about half the size of it and had one bed instead of two.

Andrew made a mistake leaving me up here, in his room, with his stuff, alone, while I held a grudge too him.

A grave mistake, indeed.

I started with the bed, tearing off the sheets and throwing them to the ground in a tangled heap. He had a duffle bag, like everyone else, filled with his clothes. That, I dumped out all over the small space of floor. I debated whether or not to smash the single window that faced out toward the back of the house, but realized that would only be a penalty to Connor, and though I was slightly irritated with him as well, looking back he didn't have much of a choice in the counsels' decision.

There wasn't much else to destroy so I decided to take the entirety of his mattress and flip it off the metal frame, then flipped the frame its self, the metal springs making a satisfying clattering noise as they slammed against the hard wood floor. I stepped back, satisfied with my work, and sat on the over-turned mattress to await his arrival.

Shortly after, I heard the door unlock and watched it slowly open. There stood a horrified looking Andrew, with an opened bag of chips in his hand. He looked to his bed, to his sheets, to his scattered clothes and finally to me.

"Oh don't act like you didn't expect it!" I said glaring at him.

He sighed and tossed the bag of chips to me. "I thought you might be hungry." He began to make his way toward me, having to step over shirts, pants, and sheets. I threw the chips back at him, hitting him straight in the face.

"Damn it, Maggs!" he said catching the chips as they fell off his face. "Why are you so pissed at me?!" His glare now mirrored mine. Accusing and resentful. "I got you out of that place and you're glaring at me like I sent you there!"

"You left him down there alone! And you had some goon carry me up here!" I took a deep breath, lowering my voice to a calmer tone. "Look I appreciate to trying to help me, but the only reason you don't trust Davo is because you're jealous." He opened his mouth to say something but I cut him off. "Don't try to deny it we both know it's true! And then you had me dragged out of there against my will!" My voice began to rise again with my outrage. "You had me carried out of there like I was your property or something and I had no say in the matter!"

"Maggs-"

"You don't own me! Nobody owns me! How dare you have me carried out of there like a freaking sack of potatoes?!"

"I'm sorry, ok?!" He looked at me with pure desperation. "Jesus Maggs, I know I don't own you. I just...I just couldn't bear to think of you down there locked up in a cage, especially after what you've been through. I couldn't just leave you down there..." his eyes couldn't keep their hold on my face so they drifted down to his feet.

"But you could leave Davo? Did you forget that he's been through just as much as I have?" I crossed my arms in front of my chest and stared him down.

"I..." he sighed and looked up at me again. "Look, I just can't vouch for him. I don't trust him and you have to swear that you trust the person with your life to vouch for them. I don't necessarily think he betrayed us, but I can't swear to that."

I nodded realizing that he was right, and I couldn't ask him to lie to his pack for me. I dropped back onto the over turned mattress.

"Well I can't leave Davo down there either. He's my friend and he's been there for me. He's alone down there, Andrew. I can deal with being down there. I won't abandon him, ok?"

He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, chewing on it in thought. "What would you say to a compromise?"

"What kind of compromise?" I asked skeptically.

"How about you stay out of the cell during the day and you sleep down there during the night? Technically I can't watch you while I'm sleeping anyway..."

"Fine." I stood up and shook his hand. "Deal." He looked down at our hands, still held in the contract-making shake. His thick eyebrows scrunched together, making his forehead screw into a mass of wrinkles under the dark curtain of hair that hung, perfectly straight, to just brush the edge of his eye brow as it swept to the side.

His lips turned down into an unsatisfied grimace and I dropped our hands.

"Yeah...deal..." He turned away from me and began to pick up some of his clothes. We both fell silent. The only sounds were the shuffling of his clothes as he picked them up from the floor, and the quiet hum of people outside and downstairs.

"So..." I said awkwardly. "Why do you guys have a dungeon in your basement...exactly...?" I grabbed the leg off the metal bed frame and flipped it back over, placing the mattress back on top.

"A couple reasons. This kind of situation being one of them, though we've never really had this kind of situation before."

"And the other reasons?"

"Well, what we end up using it most for is rabid pups."

"Rabid? Like rabies?"

"No, it's just a nickname that we have for people that have been turned and left on their own." He explained, not stopping his work of cleaning up the mess I had made. "You see, if one of us gets turned and is left alone, with no one to explain what's going on, they tend to go a little crazy. They revert back to their primal wolf instincts and, in some cases, can forget that they were ever human to begin with. We haven't had too many of them, but Connor had the cages made just in case of that, or if we happened to capture one of Danny's higher ranking pack members. We don't use it much though."

"Oh...I guess that makes sense... So, on another note, why do you have your own room? Everyone else has at least one other roommate, why don't you?"

He chuckled nervously, a slight blush forming on his cheeks. "Well, I used to. This," he gestured around his room. "Used to be a storage closet. But, we converted it into a room for me when my roommates complained."

"Complained about what?" I prompted.

"Um...apparently...I talk in my sleep..." he rubbed the back of his neck, obviously embarrassed by his petty secret.

"Ah...I see..." I bit the inside of my cheek, trying not to laugh. "And what, exactly, do you talk about?"

"I don't know," he said, "They never told me." He put the last of the scattered clothes back into his duffle bag and zipped it up. "What'd ya say we go for a little run Maggs? It's been a while." He smiled anxiously at me.

"Ok, sure." We made our way to the edge of the woods and he stretched his arm around my shoulders. Before this whole ordeal, this gesture would have been customary, but now, it meant more. I shrugged off his arm and ran ahead, him dejectedly trailing along behind me.