As I stepped closer to the border, I felt a body shaking shiver running down my spine. I quickly shook off the feeling however I couldn't shake the rogue off my back.

Wait, what.

A rogue had sneakily jumped on, my hearing unable to pick up any moment-- I was caught off-guard.

They were incredibly heavy and I felt my body being dragged to the floor by the weight. Trying my hardest, I thrust my body side to side in hopes to throw the body off me me.

I wouldn't call myself weak, I was one of the strongest in my pack however while the rogue on me had shifted into it's wolf form, I was still in human form which put me to a disadvantage. The grogginess from my early wake up call had quickly disappeared due to the sudden attack.

Finally, I threw the ball of fur off my back. Instead of fighting, my best option was to get over the borderline however when I looked-- I couldn't see it.

I had been so concentrated on getting the unknown wolf off of my back that I hadn't realised that we'd had move far from the borderline, which was now out of sight. I was completely out of sight.

"Shit." I cursed under my breath, before turning back to the rogue that was slowly inching its way towards me. It let out a snarl as it barred it's teeth at me.

I let at a growl of my own before it leaped up, straight for me.

Before it reached me, I had shifted in to my own wolf and clenched its neck in my mouth. The wolf let out a yelp of pain as I threw it's body straight into a tree.

It was obviously then that the rogue was just heavy, not strong, as it laid whimpering next to the tree. I growled at it, pouncing on it. We were snout to snout as I snarled at it, baring my teeth together as droll slowly dripped off my mouth.

Before I could have even considered ending the worthless wolf in front of me, I caught three more rogues watching from a distance and my eyes snapped to them shock as they began to make their way towards me.

Four against one? That doesn't seem fair.

Two of the rogues had pounced on me before I could make contact with the injured rogue's throat, throwing me off and pinning me to the ground. I snarled and made movements to bite the wolves above me but they had pinned my head down so I couldn't reach them.

They weren't attacking me at all, just holding me down. Looking back at the first rogue I had encountered, I noticed that it had gotten up from the ground and was snarling at me as if they were not whimpering on the floor only seconds ago.

I got played.

The fourth and final rogue made it's way to me, in it's human form.

For a moment I was shocked as I stared at the male in front of me. For a rogue, he wasn't filthy at all. Instead, the man was neat and tidy-- which is uncommon for a rogue who are known to be dirty and unkempt.

My mind had wandered so far that I didn't notice that the man had reached me and was now inches away, his arm behind his back as he hid something. Pulling the item behind him out, I began struggling like my life depended on it.

It was a syringe.

"This will only hurt for a minute." He smirked, as the needle was jabbed, quite harshly, in to my neck. I howled in pain, hoping that someone from my pack was lurking around the border.

I didn't even know how far I was from the border.

Before I could think of anything else, my vision quickly blurred as I lost consciousness. My hope of getting saved withering away with my sight.

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I gasped, the loss of oxygen hitting me like a brick. I shot up into a sitting position, my breathing heavy.

My vision was blurred, all I could see was grey. Just different kind of grey. I groaned, feeling my stale joints click together.

God that sounds disgusting.

Soon, my vision cleared up and I could finally see where I was, but when I did I wished I hadn't.

The room was incredibly dull, and there was hardly anything in the room. My vision wasn't playing up when all I could see was grey, the room was completely grey-- no other colour in sight.

I sat up straight on the squeaky bed, broken wires from the bed frame poking me everywhere. Slowly but surely, my mind was clearing up and I realising what had happened.

I got taken?

My breathing only got heavier as I tried to get out of the bed, only to me pulled back down by my leg. I hissed at the impact of harshly slamming back on the broken bed.

My right leg was loosely chained to the bed pole, but tight enough for me to be unable to slide through. I also couldn't just rip it apart.

It was sliver.

But that wasn't the caught my eye the most.

What caught my eye the most was a empty bottle of wolfsbane that sat right next to the very syringe that must of knocked me out-- just sitting the desk in front of the bed.

When wolfsbane is in your system, it temporarily ruins your inner wolf, your strength, every sense that being a werewolf gives you and, if you haven't met your mate, it unables you to find your mate until the wolfsbane is completely drained from the veins.

I started to thrash around, growling. I was angry. I was angry that they had injected wolfsbane into my veins, paralyzing my wolf, reducing me to human power. I'm no weak human.

I howled, attempting to bend the bed poles, which is impossible due to the wolfsbane. I didn't have my wolf strength, the human within me could never bend the bed poles.

Oh for goodness sake.

"Face me like men, you fucking assholes!" I growled, letting out a loud scream.

I needed their attention, the thought of me being useless to attacks due to reduced power never occurred to me that I had no chance of breaking free or even gaining a punch.

You see, when injected with wolfsbane, the only way to stop the poison from your veins is to either wait for it to be completely be gone, within a few days or have it moved from your veins by a blood transfer. And no doubt that they'll dose me again when the poison is close to go from my veins and I highly doubt they would give a blood transfer so basically, I am screwed.

So screwed.

Suddenly, two grown and large men barged into the room, the door slamming back into the wall.

"Shut up." One snapped, his voice shook with power.

Was he one of the rogues that had attacked me? Again, he was also clean and tidy as was the second man in front of me, neither of them resembling a rogue I have ever met before.

Before I could say anything, his hand swung towards me, slapping me across the face in annoyance. I glared at him, before spitting out blood onto the second person.

I didn't know if it was because I was basically a human at the moment, but the slap had stung my face harshly-- the strength in his slap shocking me.

My blood rolling down on his face, the second man growled at me furiously. "You bitch!" This voice filled with power but not as much power as the other.

I was not impressed, sorry.

The man swung for me, his fist connecting with my jaw. I let out a scream as my head slamming into the metal headboard from impact, the pain that radiated on my jaw as well as the back of my head shaking my body.

My scream had echoed through the room, only to be cut off by a loud-- booming-- voice.

"What the hell is happening in here?"