The sound of my bedroom door slamming against the wall woke me. My eyes cracked open, but my body refused to move. The rancid smell coming from the porcelain bowl below me had my mouth watering with the need to repeat the actions of the night before and empty my stomach again. Dry drool or vomit was stuck to my cheek, causing me to grimace when I felt it.Several voices filled my room, some calm and confident, and others were frantic and angry. I turned my head before dropping it back on my arm where I was still able to see the visitors in the doorway. The room was no longer spinning, only I was. It felt as though my brain had a blanket wrapped around it, keeping the heat trapped in to cook my body from the inside out, while blocking me from being able to comprehend what was happening."You can't do this!" My sister's familiar voice echoed through the small room, and I groaned from the way my head pounded from the volume.A flash of blonde hair pushed through th

"Tell me about how you are settling in." The woman asked. Her long brown hair hung down her side in a braid. The fluorescent lighting of the room caught the ring on her left hand. I stared at the way the gold band shined.Vampires don't get married, do they?If werewolves mated, surely vampires could get married. Or, maybe they brought in a human to mix it up. To confuse the patients so they wouldn't know who was supernatural and who wasn't.I narrowed my eyes at her. Her dark skin was flawless and was complemented by the light pink blouse and black dress pants she wore. She didn't look dead. Then again, I didn't know what vampires looked like. Were vampires even considered dead? She could be one, but how do I find out?"How does it feel to be staying here instead of with your family?" She tried again after realizing I wasn't going to answer her first question. My head cocked to the side, my long blonde hair hanging free as my ponytail had snapped earlier

Gabriel's P.O.V"I don't care!" I slammed my fist down on my desk as I screamed into the phone. It was too much. Having her gone and so far away from me, was making me and my wolf crazy. Without her, without knowing if she was okay, I felt like I couldn't breathe. "I am demanding her release!"My eyes had been permanently glowing red for the past three days, ever since I watched her get taken away. I had failed her. If it were anyone else transporting her, I would have wiped their existence from the face of the Earth. But it wasn't just anyone, it was their clan leader's son. The scrawny little fuck had no idea what was coming to him. Even if he kept his hands to himself, I still planned to rip him to shreds for having the balls to take her away, to begin with.I knew they smelled me on her when they showed up at her house. They could have turned around and walked away, but they didn't. Instead, they seemed to get joy from making a public

They didn't bother trying to hide what they did to me. If anything, the two goons carried me by my arms through the facility with pride, as if announcing, 'Look! We broke her!' My toes dragged behind me on the hard flooring, and my head was too heavy to lift. All of my motor skills seemed to have vanished, and I had no control. There wasn't an ounce of my body that didn't ache or scream at me as I was dropped to the ground. A gasp could be heard from in front of me but was quickly overshadowed by the dark chuckling of the two males behind me as they walked away. The impact on the cold floor sent a wave of nausea through me from the immense pain radiating through my body. I didn't try to move. There was no point. They would just beat me down again. That was their goal. They knew who I was. They knew what my connection to the pack was. Their goal was to destroy me slowly, in turn destroying my people, destroying Gabriel. The feeling of a shaky hand on my back had me opening my mouth

The light coming in through the miniature window grew brighter as the morning passed by. Kaylee had gone to the cafeteria with the rest of our block for breakfast, but I stayed behind, still unable to move on my own. I had spent the entire night scraping the plastic end of the toothbrush back and forth along the edge of the bed frame. The lack of sleep mixed with my battered body left me unable to lift myself, let alone walk all the way to get food. At least the restrooms were closer. My eyes had closed, desperate to get some sleep, but my mind was unable to turn off. Even though my body had shut down, I was still able to hear every noise in the otherwise empty block. I was aware of my surroundings, just not a part of them. I was like a comatose patient listening to their loved ones speak but not being able to move or talk back to them. The state of unconsciousness continued until I heard footsteps in the previously empty hallway, and I was awakened by the sound of knuckles connectin