There was a lot going on in my mind as I slept. Most of it was me recounting my awesomeness, some of it was just downright depressing, and there was a five minute visual of me chasing some walking cheeseburgers, but I'm sure that's entirely due to my strong desire for something greasy and unhealthy right now.

And of course, I had to wake up and come back to reality. I would have loved to pretend to be asleep, or maybe dead, so they'd just carry my body out, but someone kept shaking me, so I was forced to open my eyes.

I squint against the sunlight filtering in, slapping the air wildly in hopes of hitting whoever is shaking me.

Neil grabs my wrists to stop me. "Don't kill me," he says, mock fear in his voice.

"Shut up and leave me alone," I groan, shoving my face into the pillow.

"Fine. I guess I'll just eat your breakfast," he says, releasing my wrists.

I lift my head slightly, squinting over at him through my messy hair that's covering my face. "I'll castrate you if you lay a grubby finger on my food."

"Go ahead," he says, and I can just hear the taunting smirk on his face. Of course, he'd probably enjoy that.

I sit up, flipping my hair back so I don't look like the Grudge, and attempting to tame it by running my fingers through it. I'm almost positive my hair attempts to eat my fingers.

"Gimme," I order, pointing to my tray. I look at my wrists, smiling in satisfaction. They're slightly red, like I had been burned, but I'm just glad the silver cuffs are gone.

"Here you are princess," he says sarcastically as he passes me my tray. I frown at him, feeling the slightest unpleasant pang in my heart.

"Don't call me that." He raises an eyebrow in question, but I don't elaborate and instead turn my attention to the tray. My nose scrunches in distaste at the gray substance. I don't even know what it is, maybe grits or something, and I can't even bring myself to try it, despite my growling stomach. With a sigh, I hold the tray out to Neil. "Eat it."

Again, he looks at me questioningly. I force him to take it without giving him any reasoning. Besides, I'm sure he could use it more than I could. Grown man and whatnot, plus I'll just eat lunch instead.

"If you insist," he finally says, almost like he's reluctant, but a spoonful is already on its way to his mouth.

I lean against the wall, aware that Neil put me on his bunk, so I need to watch my head. "What exactly happened last night?" I question. "I remember kind of losing it and getting the cuffs off, but I don't really remember how I did it or what happened after."

Neil chuckles, shoveling another spoonful into his mouth. "You went batshit crazy and pounded the cuffs against the wall until they broke off. And then you passed out."

"Oh." I rub my wrists, looking around for the cuffs. "Where are they now?"

He points his spoon at the pillow. "Under there. Had to hide them in case someone came down here. You weren't exactly quiet about it."

I lift up the pillow. The cuffs are a little banged up and scratched. I smile at that.

We sit in silence as Neil finishes off his meal. I can hear some snoring, especially from directly across us in Alan's cell. I wonder what he thought about the whole thing.

I'm still surprised with myself. I couldn't even get myself worked up enough to open a jar of peanut butter, let alone break out of silver cuffs. I guess I can understand how uncontrollably angry Cayton got at times, it wasn't really his fault.

However, the question is, what was the point of that? I mean, yea, I feel great now, and I could probably shift—if I knew how, mind you--but it wouldn't do me much good trapped in here. The only good thing about this is I can go wolf on Neil if he tries anything funny. Let's just hope our relationship has moved past that.

"We should start a riot and take all the guards hostage," I comment offhandedly.

"Let me known when you have a plan for that," he says uninterestedly. I huff, smothering my short-lived idea. I need something, though. I can't just sit here and wait to be rescued. Yes, it fits into that damsel in distress fantasy I had when I was a kid, but this is the real world and I have no idea where Cayton is. It's only been a day; as far as I know, he could still think I'm at my mom's.

I glance down at my wrists again. I could just shift and try to break out...which wouldn't work, more than likely. Ugh! What other cool powers do werewolves have that would be useful? I mean, I know werewolves are freaky fast healers, obviously can't overlook the fact they change into massive wolves, that mind-thingy, and does having mates really count-

Backtrack!

Wolfette! I'm screaming to myself in my mind. That mind thing! Why didn't I think of that earlier! It's like a walkie-talkie built into your brain! Why didn't you say something?

Sorry, I hear her grumble back. I'm still recovering from the silver.

Ok, well, work your magic. Use my brain-phone to call Cayton.

You do it, she says. I groan aloud.

Are we going to argue over this? Really?

No, seriously, you do it. I can't. I'm just an imaginary wolf at the moment.

Oh. Well.

I close my eyes. God, how do I do this? Concentrate, maybe? Can't hurt. I concentrate on Cayton. His face, his eyes, every line and curve, his lips...

I lose my concentration for the slightest second, and I shake my head to clear my thoughts. Don't start with the hormonal crap, brain.

'Hello? Cayton?' I shout into a void. I'm not exactly sure if me just speaking will somehow find its way into his head. I guess it doesn't, because there isn't a response from the other end.

I concentrate as hard as I can, even clenching my fists tightly.

"Are you constipated or did you smell something really bad?" This time it's Neil that breaks my concentration. I realize my entire face is scrunched up in true hard-concentrating fashion.

"Shut up will you? I'm trying to call someone."

He looks at me as if I'm crazy. I roll my eyes, holding up both my wrists. "Free to use the wonders of the werewolf," I explain. Realization crosses his features, and his mouth forms an O.

"Well you're doing it wrong. You're just mind-linking, not trying to burst a blood vessel."

"Well how do I do it right?" I question, a bit irritably but curiously at the same time. He thinks about it for a second, before shrugging.

"Don't know."

I frown at him. "Yes, you do."

"Maybe, but I think it will cost you."

"I don't need your help," I glare at him and that stupid smirk. Apparently, our relationship hasn't moved past that. "Just remember I'm plenty capable of ripping your reproductive organs from your body right now." He opens his mouth to say something, but I cut him off with my hand. "Don't respond. Just, help me."

"What's in it for me?" he questions. His tone goes from playful to serious in a second flat, so I know we're talking business.

"How about a get-out-of-jail-free card?" I bargain.

"And what makes you think that will be possible?" he counters.

"I have connections. I am a Luna, after all."

It doesn't take much convincing after that. Neil tells me all I have to do is send my thoughts out to Cayton. He said it would take a few tries because a proper connection hasn't been established, but once I get inside his head I'm in for good.

And it does take me a few tries. But three is the magic number, because on the third try, I feel it. Like two ropes being tied together, I can sense a connection and someone on the other end of my thoughts.

'Hello?' I ask tentatively. What if I ended up in the wrong person's head? That would be a disappointment, and a slight embarrassment. 'Cayton?'

There's a few seconds before I hear anything back. But, low and behold, I did it.

'Macy?!'

I smile wickedly at the sound of his voice.

'Go me! Look at me; I'm already getting this whole wolf-mind-thing down!' I cheer. I even hop off the bed and jump up and down, doing some weird victory jig.

'You know, I was about to ask if that was really you,' I hear his voice reverberate back, the smallest hint of humor in his voice. 'But that's definitely my Princess.'

I can't wipe the smile off my face, and I wouldn't be able to, even if Donny or someone else came down here to beat me with a baseball bat. He sounds so relieved to hear from me, and I can say I feel the same way.

'You don't know how much I miss you,' I tell him.

'Believe me; I have a pretty good idea.'

I skip happily to the bed and climb the ladder onto my bunk. I hug my pillow to my chest, in a complete state of joy.

But in typical Cayton fashion, he switches to completely pissed and smites my bliss.

'Where are you? What did they do to you? I swear to god if they've hurt you-'

'Shh, don't spoil this,' I hush him. Strangely, I can feel his anger like a hot blast, although it's not like when Wolfette gets angry and I share the emotion. With him, I'm just aware of how angry he is. 'No one has hurt me. But I did punch a guy in the face!' I exclaim proudly.

'Why?' he asks.

'Complete pervert. But don't worry, we've moved past that. I don't think I really have to worry about him trying to feel me up again-'

It's only after I say this that I realize it was probably not one of my smartest decision to share that bit with him. His anger hits me full blast, and if it was actually tangible, I'm positive it could knock me through three of these concrete walls.

'On the bright side, I've made some friends...' I say in an attempt to pacify his rage. 'We're somewhat close, in a look-we're-all-inmates-let's-have-a-fiesta kind of way.'

'You're in a PRISON? With a MAN?'

'Um...plural, technically?'

I lose him after that. I don't know what happens, but it's as if a brick wall flies up and my mind slams against it. Did I do that? Or did he do it? If he did it, I'll kill him. So incredibly rude.

My shoulders slump, all traces of that previous joy gone. That got very little accomplished. I probably just did the worst thing possible, pissed him off to that point where he doesn't think his actions through. Which means he's either going to destroy the house, or come after me like an idiot. Great.

I look at Neil, who is watching me.

"I think I made him mad," I say.

"What did you say?" he asks.

"Nothing but the truth."

He scoffs, shaking his head at me. "You should have not. Possessive alpha male finding out his mate is stuck inside a prison with a bunch of men? Even I'm smart enough to know not to say that."

"I was excited," I defend myself.

He shakes his head once again, before disappearing under my bunk onto his.

"I assume I've also just lost my get-out-of-jail-free-card?"

"Probably," I tell him bluntly.

*

I've long since been using my newfound skill to call up all my friends. So far, I've gotten a hold of Tami, who said she was half way through her second cheese pizza. She and the baby are doing fine, but everyone's freaking out about Bethany and me.

Well, everyone who's in the know anyways. I had spoken to Marissa and Cassia, who had no idea what was going on. They accused me of being a ghost or something trying to trick them into giving me their souls by playing mind-games and posing as a friend of theirs.

I told them everything that had happened after we got past that, and they promised to load up the silver bullets and use my captors as target practice.

Tami also told me what had happened to Cayton when I was changed. She said it was a horrible sight, and he was in pain for hours. That didn't make me feel good, but I'm glad he's ok now. She also said Carter and Cayton had a fight before that, but she wouldn't tell me what it was over.

Oh, and the greatest thing of all was that Hunter had found his mate about a week prior--and he didnt tell me! The real kicker, though, is that she's human like me. Er, well, like I was.

I think I scared him a little when I burst into his mind with a mix of girly and angry squeals.

'Even in my head, you're a loud mouth,' he teases afterwords.

'But this is huge! Don't you understand? You've found your mate! Why are you not freaking out with me right now?'

'Because I'm a guy,' he says. 'And you should be the one freaking out right now. We're all worried sick. You are in the hands of the enemy, remember? '

I ignore that last part. 'Don't worry, I'm fine. And tell Kaitlyn I said hi! Oh, and also tell her that I'm sorry.'

'For what?'

'She's stuck with you for the rest of her life,' I joke.

I tell him goodbye so he can get back to doing mate things with his mate, and try reaching Cayton once again.

'Cayton...come in Cayton...this is Macy speaking...DO YOU COPY?'

There isn't a single response, and that wall is still up. I'd take a proverbial hammer to that damn wall if I could.

'Jerk.'

Maybe this will work like voicemail and he'll recieve all of this later.

"Having fun inside your head?" Neil asks me. He throws a tray down on my bed, and I blink at it a few times.

"Didn't we have breakfast like an hour ago?"

"It's been four hours, doll face," he says. Oh. I guess I was really focused on all my conversations. I don't think I'll ever use my phone again to be honest. Neil nods his head towards the bars when I go to pick up my sandwich. Someone is standing there, with his back to us, but from the dark blonde hair and the simple fact he's waiting for me tells me it's Waylon.

"Hey Waylon," I greet, climbing down from the bunk, taking my sandwich with me and taking a bite. It doesn't go down very easy, I can tell you that much. I might just be picky. But I would give anything for some Ramen Noodles right now.

He turns around, greeting me with a small smile. "Hey. Just checking up on you."

"Thanks," I say genuinely. His eyes drift to my wrists, and I quickly hide them behind my back. Although he has been rather helpful, I don't exactly know what he goes and tells Donny or someone else.

"Huh. So he wasn't kidding," he mutters in disbelief. Then he meets my eyes, and there's a slight hint of impressed in his eyes. "Nicely done."

"Told ya so," Neil says, and then turns to me. "The guy wouldn't believe me. Not that you can blame him. No one's done that before."

I roll my eyes. "Yea, so it was an incredible accident that happened on purpose." That confuses him, but I just shrug it off. "Anyways, thank you for finding my necklace." I pat the pocket it's in.

"No problem."

"Can you do me another favor?" I ask sweetly, batting my eyelashes. I've been asking him a lot of favors, and I'm probably going to get him killed for all of it, but what other options do I have? He wouldn't do it if there were any real danger, I think.

He sighs. "Depends."

"Swipe the keys from Donny and let me out?"

He gives me a flat look.

"Fine. Can you get Bethany down here? This is urgent. Plus, she has some explaining to do."

I realize I have no idea what's really going on in this pack. So, Bethany's sister was Joshua's mate, she was killed. By who, I don't know. And Alan is in here, because he was Beta, and his dick of a brother blackmailed him out of his position, and then threw him into prison. Neil is in here for trying to murder Roy, so obviously Alan and Neil are connected in some way. I just don't really know how. And Bethany, why did she run?

So many unanswered questions.

"If I can get her away from the Alpha," he says, unsurely. "Quick question; are you trying to get me killed?"

I grin, but it's more of a grimace. "No. I just need help, and you're the only person I can attempt to trust."

He quirks an eyebrow. "Why?"

I shrug. "I don't know. I mean, you could have killed me when I was running around like a chicken with my head cut off, and like you said, we're in the same club now." I motion to our eyes. "So don't let me down."