5 minutes pass since I last spoke.

5 minutes pass since the scientists heard the truth about what is happening here.

James shakes his head, snapping himself out of the trance he was just in. He looks at me with a disgruntled face before turning around to talk to Baker.

I try to listen but I soon realise they are talking in a foreign language. The only language I know is English but I have been getting better at Latin.

They sound as though they are speaking French so I do not understand anything they say.

My mood darkens when James and Baker finally turn around, James now holds a scalpel whole Baker holdings a large professional video camera.

I watch nervously as they take slow steps towards me, as if they are assessing my next move or where they are going to use that scalpel.

Their eyes are scanning over me and I suddenly feel scared. I feel like prey to a predator that I know I won't escape from.

Mr. James finally grabs me by the arm tightly. He pushes my top up a little bit and pulls on my arm so it becomes straight.

I squeal under his hard hold. Without a second hesitation he pulls up the scalpel and digs it deep into the skin on my elbow.

I scream loud and lash out but it only causes more pain in my arm. I cry out as he pulls the scalpel down my arm and doesn't stop until the sharp blade reaches my wrist.

Blood seeps from the new wound and drops onto the floor. Soft whimpers escape my mouth on their own as the stinging pain rushes through my arm.

"Healing test 1."

I watch carefully as Baker hands him a different scalpel that looks less shiny but still looks terrifyingly sharp.

He proceeds to walk over to my other side and rolls my sleeve up. I shriek as he pinches my skin with the sharp blade.

I clench my fists tightly trying to control the cries that are desperate to escape. They burn my eyes but I will not let them see me as weak.

I know they think werewolves are 'anomalies' but we are just different. But most human beings are scared of different.

They can't seem to handle it so higher ranks of people take it upon themselves to secretly get rid of or study anything that's different to what they know.

They think I am an animal- well I am. An animal who will kill and destroy everything but little do they know we have co-exhausted with them for thousands of years.

I know so many werewolves who have left pack to go study in a all human school. They've never once been detected because we can control ourselves.

"John. Wendy. Subject 18 is sedated and back in her cell." A female pops her head in the door that the two large men are still guarding even though I obviously can't go any where.

Her eyes move form John and Wendy to look at me. Her eyes widen slightly as she watches the blood drip from my arms.

I glare at her the best I could, if she works for them then she deserves no other treatment then that. She instantly lowers her eyes.

Even though they are human they should be able to get a slight 'vibe' of my higher status.

"Thank you Alice. You may leave." John says turning his back on her to examine my arms.

She nods and leaves without another word.

I hate this feeling. This useless feeling. I'm so helpless and actually scared at this moment. I don't know if anyone will ever be able to find me here.

I'll be stuck here until they decide I'm too out of date and most likely kill me. I mean I'm subject 23, they must have 23 other wolves here unless some have died and I'm just taking their place.

John claps his hand in victory as he glances from my left to my right arm. The pain has substantially subsided from the left but the right still hurts like hell.

Silver.

They must have used silver, the asswipes!

I glance down and wince at the sight of all the blood. My left arm is covered in blood still but there is no sign of any wound or even a graze.

My right arm is another story. The blood is still seeping from the long open cut and the pain is slowly becoming more and more unbearable.

The silver has burned my skin as well as cut extremely deeply. Too deep. I know I've lost a lot of blood and I can already feel my body wanting to give up.

There is no doubt that if I wasn't supernatural being then I would be knocked unconscious right now.

"Healing test 1, completed. Silver blade causes more lasting damage and is painful for a longer period of time. Non-silver blade causes short period of pain and healed quicker than the average human." John speaks into the small camera.

I feel my head fall back against the head rest and my head starts to pound. I'm tired, so tired.

"John, you really stitch up the subject now." Wendy speaks up, being the first to notice my tiredness. Right now I would rather die than stay here for the rest of my life and be their test subject.

They don't even know my name. They probably don't even know how old I am. Then again they did steal me from the castle.

Wait a moment!

How the heck did they get passed all the security and not to mention how they hid their scent from all the werewolves in the entire kingdom.

I mean come on! I was standing in my mates arms, how did he not notice or how did we not hear anyone coming in. Aren't there guards monitoring the cameras throughout the castle and town.

Unless there was someone in our pack who isn't as fair before as they seem...

No surely not. I don't believe that anyone would be disloyal to Jayden and I.

John sighs rather loudly, obviously he doesn't want to stitch me up. He grabs a needle and some sort of thread from the table beside me.

My vision has started to blur now nut my mind is sharp and aware of the sharp utensil that is getting dangerously close to my arm.

The metallic smell of my own blood fills the room and I instantly feel sick from it. I gasp as I feel the needle pierce my skin by the wound.

The pain isn't as bad as I thought but I can't help the gasps and groans that escape my lips. John's expression stays emotionless throughout the entire process.

Wendy watches through the camera lens and I bare my teeth at her. She jumps back in shock but it doesn't last long, soon she just gives me a annoyed look and carries on with what she was doing.

"All done Wendy. Guards take her back to her cell and give her some more mind-block drug and some wolfsbane for now." John speaks out into the eerie silence of the room. "Also get Alice to come mop up all this blood."

"Yes, sir." The guards nod in synch. They walk over to me without looking at me as I stare at them with hatred, pure absolute hatred.

I wonder how much they get paid to torture a young girl who has a family and loved ones out there. I wonder if they have loved ones out there. I wonder if they know what these two men are doing.

"Until tomorrow little wolf." John sneers as the large men pull me out of the room. My feet drag on the floor and I feel my eyes starting to close. The white walls fly by and soon the gloom dark cells are visible.

I hear the cries and shouts of the other wolves in the cells that lay by my own cell. My own cell. How weird. I wonder how long I will be calling it that.

I hear the sound of a lock unlocking just before the guards roughly throw me into the barred room.

I stumble on my feet but manage to catch myself with my hands before I fall onto the floor. The air is a lot colder down here but I don't care anymore.

I curl up in the corner of the small room and wrap my arms around myself. I close my eyes and imagine that Jayden is here with me.

My whole body yearns for him and every single second that I am not with him my heart aches in my chest.

The stupid scientists have obviously given me something to disallow me from mind linking Jayden.

All I want is to hear his voice. To have him tell me that everything will be okay and that he will be here soon.

But life doesn't work that way. There are no miracles in this world only coincidences, if you're lucky then you will have some awesome coincidences in your life.

If not, you'll be stuck in a tight speared damp cell wishing for your coincidence so you can finally go home.

Home.

My home has changed so much in the past couple of months.

The Academy is and always will be my first home. The place that I grew up, even if most of it was a school that I wasn't really allowed to attend but I did anyway.

My parents and brothers were always there, making me laugh and sometimes making me cry. My chest aches at the thought of having seen them moments before benign snatched away.

I've missed them so much and only got to see them for such a short time. Now I don't even know if I'll ever see them again.

I haven't seen my brothers since I moved away and I miss them. They weren't able to come see because of safety and school.

I swear that if I get out of here I'm going to see them. Even if it means running away from the castle because, if I'm honest, when-or if- I get out of here Jayden will never let me out of his sight again.

Not that I'll complain really, all I want is to be in his embrace right now. To have his muscular arm wrapped around my waist tightly making me feel so small in them.

For him to kiss my forehead as he holds me and tell me funny stories of his day.

For him to tell me that he wants me to help him with his duties.

For him to tell me all about what will happen when we are crowned.

For him to tell me how amazing our crowning day will be, standing side by side in front of all wolves.

I never thought I would love Jayden, when we first met I hated him for taking me away from my family. I didn't believe we were mates.

I couldn't have been more wrong.

I have fallen for him so far and so hard that I can't quite believe it myself. I love him and he loves me.

We aren't just mates, we are connect. Our souls are bonded to each other.

Whatever his soul is made of mine is made of the exact same thing. We are one as a whole.

I love him and I know he is on his way.

But if something goes wrong then I will not hesitate to stop him getting hurt.

Even if it means dying myself.

The were world needs their Alpha King and nobody is better than Jayden.

I feel the tears falling from my eyes but I don't open them because as long as they are closed I can't see the nightmare in front of me.

All I see is Jayden and my family.

My loved ones.