A man stood in front of her smoking a cigarette, a leering smile on his face. Before he could take a step towards her, she had rammed the knife up into the underside of his chin, allowing him to stumble forward into the cellblock. He fell to the floor with a loud thump, and didn't move again. 'Christ', she thought, 'they were all coming to have their fun with me'.

She got angry. 'Fuck this pack', she thought. If she was going to die, she was going to murder as many as she could on her way out. She closed the door quietly and moved with trained stealth and speed through to the other side of the bunker. There was no one stirring outside. The noise seemed to be coming from a room ahead. There was a TV on and people were talking and laughing. To the right of that room, was another office. This one looked much bigger than the one in the cell block. There were maps on the walls and several computers around the edges of the square room. Black Mountain was highlighted on several of the maps along with Lunar Ridge and East River. Other packs from further out, including Robbie's, were also highlighted with details and notes scribbled onto pages and tacked to the pack they concerned. There were lists of training schedules, changeover times of the guards and patrols, estimated numbers of warriors in each pack. They had been doing a lot of scouting on all of the packs. They had gathered an incredible amount of information.

Alex took out the phone and started taking photos of everything she could see. Maps, documents, notes, anything that could potentially be useful to Nolan, Ronan, Aidan and the other packs. They were planning a war on a monumental scale. She had to get the word out. She forwarded photo after photo to Nolan. In a filing cabinet at the back of the room, she came across hundreds of photos of women and children along with names and descriptions. Some she recognised from her family's pack and her new pack; the others must have been from other packs. Alex was furious. So they planned on extending their human trafficking empire. She felt bile in her throat again and her stomach flipped in disgust at Alpha Dax and his cronies. She wanted to be the one to kill him herself. As she went to exit the office, she smiled as she noticed two handguns left idly by the door. Her odds were increasing she thought hopefully as she confirmed that they were loaded. Moon Goddess, protect me as I serve justice to these animals.

Alex called to her wolf but she answered only meekly. She was on her own.

She kicked in the door of the TV room, pointing the guns at the eight men inside. They moved fast but she managed to shoot the four closest to her in the head before she was tackled to the floor by a big brown wolf. They were shifting around her. She screamed as his teeth sunk into her shoulder. With her other hand she lifted the gun to the body of the wolf biting her and emptied the remaining bullets into him. As he whined and collapsed, she moved from underneath him, dropping the empty gun and pulling a knife from her pocket, facing the remaining three wolves. They growled and two attacked simultaneously. She shot one but the other managed to grab her arm and bite hard. She felt her arm break in his mouth. Alex cried out, trying fruitlessly to dislodge the wolf from her. The gun fell from her limp hand but she stabbed the wolf's face as hard as she cold repeatedly with the knife. The jaw slackened as the wolf crumpled to the floor, releasing her. The arm hung uselessly by her side and she stared dumbly at it for a moment, spots forming over her eyes. The last wolf, dirty blonde in colour took the opportunity to sink his teeth into her side, attempting to crush her ribs. The agony was unbearable. Alex brought the knife up high and smashed it into the dirty blonde wolf's head twisting it with savage intent, killing him instantly. She dropped to her knees and vomited again, every part of her body on fire with pain. She let go of the knife to pick back up the gun she had dropped a moment previously. She shuffled her back to the wall and quickly checked whether anyone else was coming forward to attack her. The noise and shouts would surely attract attention if there was anyone else around.

She waited for a full minute and heard nothing. She needed to move but the thought of moving her shattered body stalled her. Her ribs and left arm were broken, her shoulder was torn and she was bleeding heavily from each of her wounds. Her breath was ragged as she panted in and out painfully. Her wolf was stirring slightly now and she hoped she could start healing her. She got to her feet at great effort and staggered out the door, slipping slightly in the pools of blood, pointing the gun ahead of her, listening intensely for the slightest noise.

The final two rooms in this side of the bunker housed a large kitchen and, Alex's heart skipped a beat, a small, well stocked, first aid room. She breathed a sigh of relief. Next step, clean yourself up and then you might just be able to escape, she thought. Removing her hoodie and tshirt over her broken arm was achieved with enormous difficulty and much swearing. She had located a bottle of antiseptic liquid and poured it liberally on her many wounds. She bit down hard on the sleeve of her jumper to stop herself from screeching from the stinging pain. There was a spray plaster that she used over the many bite marks on her shoulder, ribs and arm. The bleeding didn't stop but it definitely slowed. She pulled on a tshirt and jacket she had found hanging outside the kitchenette and wrapped her broken arm tightly, the shirt and jacket helping to keep the bandage and her arm in place. The pain shot straight to her heart as she tightened another bandage over the sleeve of her jumper, securing it with lengths of black tape. She couldn't wear a sling as she had far more work to do that would require two arms. She took two saline IV bags, some needles and a roll of plaster with her.

Alex was sweating profusely and staggering frequently with the effort and pain. She forced herself to keep going. She would need transport if she and Kit were going to escape. She checked the phone but it had been smashed to pieces during the fight. Alex emptied a rucksack that she found and filled it with some of the maps, photos and plans from the square office. She also took the handguns from the men she had slain. May as well have a few just in case.

She ventured cautiously outside to the open air. As she had suspected, they were surrounded by hills and high ridges of earth. The jeeps were parked just outside the bunker and would similarly be hidden from view from the outside. She checked each of the five vehicles for keys but to no avail. After checking the pockets of each dead man's clothes, the kitchen, the office and the hallway, she concluded that the keys had a specific place that she could not find.

Walking a little further out, she tried to rack her brains to come up with another plan. She kept searching and walking the site, trying to remain calm. She spotted a shed at the end of the bunker. On opening the door, she found a huge motorbike and praise the Moon Goddess, the keys were in the ignition. It wasn't ideal but it offered her a very real possibility of escape. She sat into the large saddle and ignited the engine. Diesel was topped up, it looked to be in good working order. She slowly pressed the accelerator and drove the bike to the door of the cell to retrieve Kit.

Her wolf was becoming more present now in her mind and regaining some strength. Alex was grateful of the timing as otherwise, it might have proved impossible for her to drag Kit out of the cell block and onto the bike. Her body ached so badly that she was lightheaded again, leaning heavily on the bike for a moment. Since Kit had not moved or groaned on the move outside, Alex knew he was in a bad way. She willed her eyes open as she strapped up Kit's biceps and inserted a needle in both arms. She attached the IVs which she hoped would help flush the dreaded wolfsbane from his body before he or his wolf died. Using the rolls of plaster, she fastened the IV bags to the back of Kit's jumper, securing them in place. She dosed both of them with another shot of adrenaline, hoping it did something for them. Alex was out of practice at administering battle first aid but the alternative was either or both of them dying so it was worth the risks.