"I could kill you right now, you know."

I pause, before laughing quietly to myself at the threat. I would have stopped breathing all together had I not been sure this person wouldn't actually kill me.

"Or just strangle you for being so crazy. But you're really lucky someone else didn't," they continue.

My body, which was curled into a tight ball, relaxes immediately at the sound of the mystery person's voice that fills me with relief. I should have guessed by the scent who it was. I mean, a good Luna should be able to recognize her pack member's scents. I assume she should, at least. I haven't exactly been the werewolf Luna yet.

"Well could you do that to my cell mate instead?" I question as I throw the blanket off me. Sitting up, I look at Bethany as she stands in front of the bars. The expression she wears is a mix of at least ten different emotions, the most notable two relief and sadness. "Letting me out, that would be nice too, cause I really have to pee for one."

She bites her lip, holding out both of her hands to her sides to show me they're empty. "Sorry. I don't know where the keys are."

I huff. "Donald—I mean—Donny probably has them." I chortle at the accidental slip of his nickname. Then I sigh, hopping down from my spot and walking over to the bars. "How did you get down here?"

She shrugs, before slipping a hand into her pocket. "I convinced Joshua he needed to take some sleeping pills since he can't sleep."

"A little devious, but me likey," I comment, applauding her. She smiles just a bit, before pulling her hand out of her pocket.

"I came to give you this." She motions for me to hold my hand open, and I look at her suspiciously.

"It better not be a bug or something because I will bitch slap you through these bars," I warn. Her eyes widen, and I smile uneasily when I realize what I said. "Sorry, mood swings. Y'know, the whole being changed thing..."

As soon as I mention it, guilt floods her eyes and she looks away from me. "I'm sorry," she mumbles, quietly to where if I still had my regular, human hearing, I wouldn't have caught it.

I shake my head, telling her it's not her fault. It's my own, I probably provoked Warren to make an ass out of himself and do this. And I did crash the car...

No, screw that. This is all Warren's fault.

She takes a deep breath, composing herself, before putting something in my still open hand. I almost squeal in delight when I retract my hand and see the glint of gold. The chain is broken, but the charm is still fully intact, unscathed.

"You found it?" I question, keeping it securely in my hand and holding it against my chest.

"No, Waylon did."

"I swear I could hug that boy right now," I muse, opening my hand and looking down at the charm. "And you."

I reach my arms past the bars as far as they will go, before latching them behind Bethany and pulling her against the bars. It's a semi-awkward, not at all warm and cozy hug, but I think it gets the message across.

"Macy," Bethany mumbles. "I'm eating a bar right now."

I laugh when I look up and see her face smashed against one of the metal bars.

"It's a good source of iron, at least." She rolls her eyes at me, and I release my arms from around her. Then the sound of footsteps—lots of them—reach us and I sigh. "You might want to leave before you get groped by these perverts. They're severely lacking in female contact, but I think some of them have resorted to other means of pleasure, if you know what I mean."

She squeezes her eyes shut, shaking her head frantically. "I didn't need that in my head, Macy."

"It's what I'm here for." I pat her shoulder, before motioning with my head for her to go. She looks down the hall towards the sound of the footsteps, then back to me.

"Ok, but I'll be back," she promises. I nod, watching her as she hurries out. Once she's gone, I climb up onto my bed and try to look casual. I quickly tuck the charm and the broken chain into my pocket, patting it for good luck before resuming staring at the ceiling.

'You should be working on getting out you know,' Wolfette pipes in.

'Really? The thought never crossed my mind. Thank you for suggesting that,' I respond sarcastically. I can just feel the mental, annoyed, wolfy eye roll she's giving me. 'And if you have a plan, let me know, because I'm fresh out of ideas. If you haven't notice, this is kind of a highly secured place.'

'Why not try and get Neil and Alan to help? I'm sure they want out too.'

'Yes, because discussing an escape plan with them two, where everyone can eavesdrop, is the smart idea,' I deadpan.

'Right, I almost forgot, you're too big of a loud mouth for this to work.'

'At least I'm not a dog.'

'Jokes on you, you are.'

'As of now, you're incapable of coming out so I am pretty close to human. You're still a dog no matter what. Female dog, that makes you a bitch, right?'

'This is ridiculous.'

'You're telling me.'

Is it normal for a girl and her wolf to be on completely opposite ends of the personality spectrum? Not that that question sounds normal in the first place, but for crying out loud. Maybe that's what happens when mates are separated?

This should come with a warning label. 'Beware: Being mates will cause drastic personality disagreements between you and a voice in your head'. Or something like that.

"And how's my little cell mate doing today?" Neil chirps, as he waits to be once again trapped in this prison cell.

"Terribly," I complain. "I'm bored. I'm tired. I'm stuck with this voice in my head with the personality of a rattlesnake and I think I'm starting to develop claustrophobia. And I need to pee."

"Sucks," he responds, "but you do realize there's a toilet right there, right?" he points behind the beds to a silver toilet-sink-thing.

"Oh hell no."

What exactly were the people who built these cells thinking? Toilets go in stalls and bathrooms, not next to beds. Geez.

"You're kind of low on options there doll face," Neil says, sitting down on his bed.

"I'll just convince Donny to let me out," I conclude, grabbing onto the ladder to lower myself down.

"And how do you plan on doing that?" Neil asks skeptically.

"By being annoying of course."

I ran up to the bars, where Donny was letting Alan into his cell. I made my expression completely serious, even though I was seconds away from scrunching my face up and doing some weird dance to stop my bladder from bursting.

"Donny, you don't like me and I don't like you," I start. He ignored me, continuing opening and closing cell doors, but I continued on talking. "But I think we should set aside those differences for the sake of my bladder."

I swear I heard him snort, along with a few others chuckling. "There's a toilet in your cell," he responded, not looking back.

"No, there's a metal bowl with a sink on top of it that's sitting in the open."

"Tough shit, use it."

I frowned, before taking a deep breath. "Please?"

"No."

"Pretty please! I can make it worth your while."

"How?"

"...Chew toys. Chew toys and treats as far as the eye can see."

Alright, so I hadn't meant to say that, but maybe it'll piss him off enough that he'll drag me out to punch me or something.

I thought he was going to do just that when he growled. He finally turned to me, and I tried to play innocent and smile. It didn't work on him like it usually does Cayton or Carter when I do something to them.

He marched up to me and brought his face closer to mine, so I backed up from the bars a little.

"Or maybe you'd prefer some cash? I mean, I could get that to you later..." I try. All he does is glare at me, so I rock back on my heels and bite my lip, trying to think of something before I end up wetting my pants.

"Wait! I need to get out because...because..." I look back at Neil, who is watching with amusement and shaking his head at me. Then I look across our cell to Alan, who is watching, but he's watching Donny more than he's paying attention to me. I'd say his expression is almost...guarded? As if he's watching for Donny to make a move and Hulk smash me or something.

I sigh, before leaning in closer to Donny and cupping my hands around my mouth, as if I'm telling him a secret.

"Because I'm having girl issues."

His expression—hilariously—went from a glare to almost horrified in a split second.

"So I need a proper bathroom before I bleed all over this place," I say, louder this time. "It wouldn't be a pretty sight."

I laugh as Donny practically shudders in disgust, before taking out his keys and unlocking the bars. I shoot a triumphant look over my shoulder to Neil, who's mouth is hanging open in slight shock. Probably because Donny gave in so easily, as he did last time when I needed him to get Waylon for me.

Macy - 2, Donny - 0.

*

Donny all but shoved me back into my cell when all was done.

"Hey, I had to freshen up too," I defend. According to Donny, I had taken way too long. I guess I did, because I rinsed my hair in the sink while I was in there, but he's mostly mad because he was forced to get me pads. And when I didn't even use them, he got really angry.

I'd say it was worth it though. Sometimes I enjoy other people's embarrassment.

"This is the last time I do you any favors," he growls.

I just smile. "You say that now."

He grunts, before locking me back up and walking away.

"You work that guy like a stripper works a pole," Neil says.

I shrug, running my fingers through my hair to untangle all the knots. "Men are just too easy sometimes."

"Not all of them," he says defensively.

I give him a flat look. "Please. You're no softie but all I have to do is cry and you're easily manipulated."

"Am not!"

"Then why do I have the warm blanket?" I raise an eyebrow at him, and his lip pulls into a tight line.

"Last time I try to be nice."

"You need to be careful there sweetheart," Alan says. "Donny isn't exactly the most level-headed."

"Don't worry, I have special skills. I know how far I can push someone...I think. I haven't been punched yet."

I climb up onto my bunk and fluff up my pillow, before lying down and reaching into my pocket.

"Maybe you could use those skills to get us out of here," Neil muses.

I pull my necklace out of my pocket, cradling the charm in my hand. I sigh, running my thumb over the surface.

"I don't think it works like that," I respond.

"I've been in here for three years, I've tried everything. But I don't have the advantages you do."

I don't have a response, because basically all I do is whine and use bodily functions to get my way on some things. Anyone could do that. Plus, I feel like someone named Wolfette is smirking in my head, having said earlier that Neil and Alan would be willing to help me escape.

"What exactly are you in here for?" I ask him. I'm not sure if I want to know, because if he's a rapist or something I'm liable to have a complete freak-out.

"Attempted murder of the Beta," he says casually. I pause. Ok, not sure if that's any better.

"So you're in here because you're a murderer, who isn't very good at it?"

"I'm not a murderer; I'm a devoted member of the pack who got caught up in string of unfortunate circumstances."

"Such as failed murders?"

"It's a long story. Ask Alan about it," Neil grumbles, and I feel the bed shake slightly from him shifting underneath me.

"Is that why you're in here Alan? Co-conspirator or something?"

It's a second before Alan responds, and I look over to his cell. He's sitting on the edge of the bed, his elbows on his knees as he leans forward. He looks deep in thought, and his expression tells me he's thinking about something unpleasant.

"Not really," he says. "I'm in here because I used to be Beta. Roy's my brother."

"Oh that's cool," I say, not sure why he's mentioning his brother, whoever that is. "Did you do a bad job and got kicked out of your position or something?"

"More like blackmailed out of the position," he mutters.

"Who blackmailed you?"

"Roy."

"Ah, gem of a brother you got there. My sister blackmailed me into giving her twenty bucks once," I reminisce, remembering an evil seven-year-old Trina conning me out of twenty dollars. I broke three of the dishes and Trina kept her mouth shut for twenty dollars. I still got in trouble anyways. "Where's your brother at?" I question.

"Considering I've been in here for a while, I wouldn't know. Probably off doing Beta duties, I'd guess," he says in a bitter tone.

"Wait..." I narrow my eyes, as a thought comes to me. "Your brother, Roy, is Joshua's Beta?" He nods.

I look at Alan, assessing and examining his features. His drunk-bum-who-lives-in-a-bar dirty blond hair, and light mocha eyes. The eyes are a dead ringer on someone else I know, but it takes a minute for the image to pop up.

And when it does, I actually growl.

"Officer Asshole is your brother!" I screech angrily. This guy is building up quite a track record.

"Not sure what that means exactly, but yea he is an asshole," Alan says.

I start fuming then. It was slightly irrational, and more than likely, I was making myself look like an idiot, but this pissed me off. "So you're saying the guy who helped organize attacks on the Dusk Valley pack, was part of the plot to change me, kidnap my friend, also blackmailed you? For what? Power?"

'This is good. Get mad. If it weren't for him, you and Cayton would be together right now. Bethany and Carter would be together,' Wolfette coaxes me into anger. I can't say that the entire thing was Roy's doing—Warren and Joshua still played pretty hefty parts—but Wolfette's purpose is served, because it makes me even more irate.

'Remember Zack? The boy injured in an attack? Bet he planned that too.'

She's trying so hard to get me enraged for whatever reason. And by god, it's working.

I'm off my bunk now, pacing back and forth in front of the bars, ranting and making wild hand gestures as I go.

Now I finally know his name. The guy who was there the day I found out Cayton was a werewolf, the "police officer" who basically led me into a car crash. Beta Roy of the Midnight Fire pack.

While I'm raving and yelling rhetorical questions, I do notice that everyone lapses into silence, and if I'm not mistaken, Neil scoots as far away from me on his bed as he can get. Even then, he looks around as if to prepare to go into hiding.

"He's planning something, isn't he?" I continue asking, not expecting an answer. "Why would someone blackmail their own brother just to get in a powerful position? Is he just power-hungry, or is he planning something?"

It was a wonder my mind was coming up with all of this, especially coming from the mind that couldn't figure out Cayton was a werewolf and instead veered to Mafia leader as the explanation. Then again, that mind didn't have a wolf adding fuel to the fire.

Our emotions are intermingled—I can feel it. And when you get two angry beings in one body, you can only imagine the results. I guess I was going to find out exactly what those results will be.

"Macy, calm down," Neil says, cautious and low.

I whip around to face him, and he halts his measured movements to come towards me. I must look insane to him. My face is probably all red, my nostrils are probably flairing unattractively, and my fists keep curling and uncurling.

"And you tried to kill him, so you got locked up too?" It wasn't meant to be answered; I already know the answer. "How are you not just—just—bloodthirsty?"

He doesn't answer me, so I continue with my speedy pacing. Wolfette is in my mind, there to fan the flames and keep throwing image after image at me of Cayton and I, Bethany and Carter, even Tami and Trenton, Hunter, Trina, Marissa and Cassia, anything that would get me riled up.

'All probably worried sick or risking their lives to get to you,' she added, 'because of Roy.'

That's when I really lost it. There was something akin to a surge of pride going through me. Wolfette's pride, not mine. I'm not sure why she's so proud, but I feel her urging me to look down at my wrists. I do, and the gleam of the silver bands is almost taunting in some way.

My first reaction?

Pry them off.

Did it work?

Surprisingly, when I get my fingers underneath and start yanking with force, something clicks.

The silver bands are simple enough. They work like handcuffs, without the chain linking them together. They're slightly thicker, but the lock isn't very strong because I, of all people, got it to budge.

Of course, it wasn't enough, despite this anger going straight through my body and twisting into physical strength. So I start banging them against the wall, hitting the lock against the concrete each time. It doesn't feel good, and i reckon I'll have some bruises from it, but I don't stop to think.

The first one falls to the ground with a clang. I look down, slightly shocked, but decide I need to get the last one off before this adrenaline rush wears off. With it slowly fading, it's a little more difficult to get this one off, but eventually I do.

I look down at both of the bands on the floor, breathing heavily from my psychotic rampage.

"Holy shit," Neil gapes at me, his eyes constantly darting from me to the silver cuffs.

'Attagirl,' Wolfette praises.

"How did..." I trail off, suddenly becoming sleepy. Very, very, sleepy.

I guess it was to be expected. I, essentially, just went Incredible Hulk, and that took a lot of energy.

'Silver may be a werewolf's weakness, but it can only hold back so much when it's only in contact with skin,' she explained, right before I collapsed.