I wake with a pounding headache, my eyelids still heavy with sleep. When I finally come to, I realize I'm locked in a cell I recognize all too well, except, I've never been on this side of it. My palms begin to tingle; blood is rushing to my ears and I hope, I pray to whatever god may be listening, that this is all a dream.

Because there's no way in hell that I'm locked in a cell in the Warrior home base.

"Hey!" I scream, my voice still coarse from lack of use. "What the fuck is going on? Bring me General Sage!"

I bang my fists on the cell door as hard as I can.

"Shh, shut the fuck up," Lexie hisses.

I peak through the small window on the cell door and see her looking back at me from the cell directly across the narrow hallway.

"Do you want to get knocked out again?" She scolds.

"How many times have I been knocked out?"

This all has to be a mistake. There was some sort of mix up, and if I could just get Sage down here, we could clear this whole mess up.

"Three times now. They've been giving you a pretty heavy sedative to keep you down. They only keep you awake long enough to feed you."

"H-how... how long have I been out for this time?" I whimper, desperate for the words I'm hearing to be some sort of sick joke.

She shrugs, unable to maintain eye contact with me, and says, "I'm not really sure anymore. I lost track after they sedated me for trying to take out one of their guys. A few weeks, probably."

"And the others?"

My eyes are brimming with tears, my throat closing up. I sigh deeply, trying to even out my rapid pulse.

"They took Daniel and Gabe down a different hallway shortly after we got here. I haven't seen Marcus at all."

"I need- I need Sage. If I can just talk to Sage, I can sort this whole thing out," I mutter.

Her eyes snap to mine, her expression grim.

"Rey, General Sage is the one who put us in here."

I slam my fist on the door one more time before sinking to the floor.

Images that I can only assume are memories of me struggling against other Warriors surface, but I can't grasp anything tangible. And those damn eyes. It was fucking Sage standing over me when I blacked out.

I don't know how long I sit on the cold, concrete floor, my mind racing with escape plans and vague flashes of how we got here.

Whatever sedative they gave me was serious business.

I can hear Lexie sobbing gently in her cell and I feel a pang of sympathy for the girl. We may not be the best of friends, but right now, she's my closest ally. I jump back up and press my face against the bars of the window.

"Lexie," I hiss.

Moments later, her head perks up, her eyes still red.

"Do you remember which way they took us through to get down here?"

I try to think of which cell block they'd put us in. They wouldn't be dumb enough to keep us in the upper levels where minimum security threats are held, knowing I'd be able to break out with ease, but they also knew I could navigate max security effortlessly.

Sage has to be using valuable personnel and resources to keep me contained in one of the inner cell blocks.

To my dismay, Lexie shakes her head.

"They kept us all blindfolded the whole way here, especially you. They sedated you before we even got out of the van."

I nod, expecting this. They wouldn't risk me seeing or hearing anything that would give away our location.

"What are we going to do?" She sobs.

"We'll get through this. I'll think of a plan to get us all out of here."

I hear footsteps down the hallway and motion for Lexie to go sit back down on her bed. I follow suit and lay down, pretending to still be asleep. I know it's two Warriors by the sound of the footsteps, and when their voices approach my cell, my blood runs cold.

"I'm surprised she's still out," Samuel's familiar French tone says.

"I'm not. What we used could have taken down a full grown horse," Sage chuckles.

One set of footsteps approaches the bed and I'm racked with pain as Samuel's fist connects with my face.

"That's for breaking my nose. Bitch."

Rage courses through me, but I stay still. I was always closer to Samuel than the other Warriors, so I can't help but feel a little betrayed, but I shouldn't be surprised. The one man I trusted entirely was helping an alpha experiment on wolves and is currently holding me as a prisoner, after all.

I'd give anything to reach up and choke him, to watch the life leave his eyes.

I try to even my breathing, not wanting them to pick up on my accelerated heart beat, but luckily it doesn't seem like they're paying much attention. Sage calls who I assume is the pack doctor to come down and check my vitals. He instructs Samuel to sit with me while the doctor is here before leaving.

"Good evening, Warrior," an older female voice greets.

She doesn't sound like any pack doctor I remember; I wonder briefly if they brought in someone new just to treat me. Samuel grunts in response and I can feel the edge of the bed dip under his weight as he sits down. It sounds as though he's leafing through a magazine or a book as the doctor gently pokes and prods at me.

After about thirty minutes, they both leave without a word. I wait another minute before getting up, only to see Lexie already waiting at her window for me.

"I thought for sure they were going to sedate you again," she sighs in relief.

I grin at her, unable to contain my glee. She raises her eyebrows curiously at me, clearly questioning my sanity, but I lift my hand, revealing the key card I swiped from Samuel and she beams back at me.

"We've got about fifteen minutes before he realizes it's missing. Let's go."