Captured

Addie woke up in a hospital bed, chained by her wrists to the rail. She could tell she still had the silver collar around her neck by the steady burning sensation she could feel. Avoiding turning her head to keep the silver from moving, she roved her eyes around the room trying to figure out where she was and how she got there. She could feel her wolf, very weak, pushed back in the furthest recesses of her brain. The silver was weakening her, too.

The door opened and Alpha Cole walked in, followed by two other men in lab coats. One held a tray of syringes and empty vials. Without speaking to her, he came over by the side of the bed and wrapped a rubber tourniquet around her arm, patting for a vein.

“Stop.” Addie tried to use her gift but the silver prevented it. She grew angry. “Listen, asshat. Don’t f^cking touch me.”

The tech ignored her and stuck her vein, procuring three large vials of her blood. Alpha Cole and the doctor watched him, saying nothing. When he was