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As the men approached us, I was frightened, but even more so I was curious. What the hell was in this liquid? I wasn't particularly scared that it would kill me, after everything they'd done to get us that seemed a little pointless. Then again I reminded myself, they are crazy kidnapping werewolves so who knows!
They were all dressed similarly, their boots were the heavy steel capped type you see on construction sites. Their jeans looked worn and well used. Longbeard, the leader of the group was wearing a white tshirt, I could make out dried baked beans and what looked like blood from where I waited in my cage. The other men had on creased, dirty flannel shirts with the buttons done up wrong.
The women around me seemed wary of the needles, I could hear some of them breathing heavily, but they were not surprised by it. It must be a fairly common occurrence I thought to myself, trying to control my own breathing.
Was it some sort of birth control I wondered. Or perhaps it's a cruel torturous liquid designed to hurt us for their entertainment? Or maybe they were trying to turn us into radioactive werewolves, because apparently turning us into mythical creatures wasn't enough. I really had no idea, so I watched silently, the only sound in the room was their heavy footsteps, echoing through the basement.
They approached the first cage, the woman inside cowered before them, her dark brown hair falling into her face. She was clearly terrified of them, her arms were wrapped protectively around her torso, almost as if she were literally holding herself together.
As they reached the bars of her cell, the men's large frames partially blocked my view, though my gut twisted in anger when I saw she had hand shaped bruises on her forearms and neck.
To my surprise, when Longbeard beckoned her with his forefinger, not even saying a word she meekly obeyed him, approaching them with her head lowered, her arms still wrapped protectively around herself. Fearfully, she stuck her bruised arm through the bars, where he roughly grabbed it and injected her with whatever was inside. Once the syringe had emptied, I waited with bated breath, expecting her to start spasming on the floor in agony at any moment. Instead, she just rubbed the crook of her elbow where she'd received her injection, a trembling hand wiping away the singular drop of blood before she curled back up in the corner of her cage on a small foam square.
Longbeard quickly dropped the used syringe into a small box that one of the men were holding before pulling out a new needle.
They then repeated this process, working their way down the first side of cages, before working their way back up towards us. One by one the women tearfully came forward and stuck their arms through the bars, allowing our captors to inject them.
As they got closer, I could feel my heart thudding, I swear it was so loud I was sure everyone could heard it. I didn't care about the needles, or even what was in them, whatever the heck it was, I knew it wasn't fatal at least.
It was the compliance that scared me. Not one woman had resisted, despite their obvious reluctance. What the hell had they done to these women to make them that scared? What would they do to me when I refused?
My heart was pounding, my breathing was still ragged, despite my attempts to appear calm before them as I watched Longbeard inject Marigold. I steeled myself as they approached me, but instead they simply walked right past my cage. Longbeard leered at me as he did, his eyes roaming over my body before moving to the woman on the other side.
I was half relieved, half annoyed. All that stress and nothing, no needle! I'd just about had a damn heart attack! Perhaps they were planning on coming back for me, take their time and enjoy the new girl I thought angrily.
But no, once they injected the last woman they quickly packed up the materials into a black case, before huddling together and whispering to themselves shooting excited glances back towards us. I could practically smell the fear in the air, as Longbeard turned around to face us, a huge, terrifying grin on his face, his cronies wearing the same wide predatory smiles.
"So ladies" he boomed. "Who wants to play a game?"
I shuddered, as many of the women around me began to cry.
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Grand Alpha Lorek angrily pounded his fists into the solid oak table, growling loudly as he did. He stared down for the millionth time at the photographs of the rogue wolves the packs had been pursuing. His wolf was clawing at his belly, howling, pacing and frustrated, straining to get out. He struggled to keep himself and his wolf under control, feeling his skin ripple as his wolf tried to get him to shift.
Lorek been like this for two months, ever since his mate had been taken from him, along with the women from packs under his protection.
He was in his office, an enormous room with dark wood panelling on the ceiling and walls. Large bay windows jutted out slightly from the left side, allowing room for cushioned window seats for sitting on. It was a decidedly masculine room, somewhat similar to a cigar room in a golf club, or some sort of exclusive ''mens" club. Lots of heavy, masculine colours and furniture, mainly greys, blues and browns, save for the bright yellow pillows that prettily rested on the window seats.
A large flatscreen was mounted onto one of the walls. The room was dominated by his huge ornate wooden desk, easily the size of a double bed. On its sides were carvings of wolves frolicking in the woods in different situations. Strewn across the desk were maps, photographs of various men including Dennis and Longbeard, along with printouts of emails and text correspondence with their dates and times.
A quiet knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. "Enter" he barked. In walked his Beta, Kane.
"The Five Territory Alphas are here, Grand Alpha" he said respectfully.
Lorek straightened up above his desk, and watched as five large, muscular looking men entered his office. The air thickened with tension as the six strongest and most powerful Alphas in North America sat in the same room.
Before the kidnappings had started, they'd had their meetings via Skype, but the seriousness of the situation needed more than that. The abductions of female weres, including mated weres had put the entire community in edge, and increased tenfold when the Grand Alphas mate was taken.
