Chapter One
Her feet pounded against the ground as she ran. As her tears mixed with the rain splashing on her face, she only had one thought in mind. "Don't give up, don't look back." The beat of her feet on the sidewalk decreased rapidly; her drenched clothes and near starvation finally taking their toll. Turning into an alley, she fell hard, slipping on the pavement, and then the world was black.
"Three people," was her first thought when she regained consciousness. Listening with her acute ears, she could almost see them. Growling deeply, she opened her eyes and glared at her captors through orange cat-like eyes.
"Feline feral, Michael," a male voice came from her right.
"Great," commented a middle-aged man with a certain air of command, walking over to the gurney. "We're not going to hurt you. What's your name?"
She glanced at him suspiciously before letting her feral eyes fade, revealing bright blue ones. "Chloe Anderson."
"How old are you?"
"Sixteen."
The man nodded and turned back to a large computer screen. Chloe frowned, her curiosity getting the better of her.
"And you are?" she asked expectantly.
The man looked at her with his brown eyes, brows raised. He had not expected the young feral to open up so quickly. "Michael Carlson. That's Darren Carter." Michael pointed to the dark-haired young man on Chloe's right.
"And the girl behind me?" Chloe smirked at him, flaunting her hyperactive senses.
"Angie Valentine," the blonde answered, walking around to face Chloe.
"Where am I?" Chloe groaned as pain shot through her side as she shifted in her bed.
"Safe Haven," Darren smiled at her, his deep green eyes peering at hers. "Congrats, you escaped."
Chloe relaxed a bit, and allowed herself to drift off into a deep sleep.