I do not own any of Kelley Armstrongs Characters. The only thing I claim rights to is my Character Shilo. Hope you enjoy my story.

I seemed to come awake in stages, first came the general knowledge that I couldn't move, followed by the dull pulsating ache that was coursing through my body with each beat of my heart. Everything was so loud, I could hear the wind outside, footsteps above me, a steady beating heart and breathing just off to my right.

My nose was also burning, I could smell everything it seemed, dust, bleach and blood. Lots of blood. Was it my own? I had no idea. I blinked slowly opening my eyes staring at a stone ceiling. There were no windows just simple stone on 3 walls followed bars making up the forth. Was I in jail?

A voice cleared to my right as I looked over my mind fuzzy, the dark haired man, no wait. Jeremy was his name was sitting there on a chair a book in his lap his dark eyes watching me.

"Shilo? Can you hear me?"

Oh god did I ever hear him; his voice was loud causing me to wince. He gave me an apologetic smile as I nodded my head. My throat was burning, as if I had been screaming for hours.

"You're going to be disoriented for a while, it will pass so don't worry." He spoke as he stood up walking over to the cell door opening it before walking over and sitting in a chair that was beside my cot. "I need to run some tests is that okay?"

I nodded my head as he brought a glass of water up to my lips; I drank the liquid greedily before he pulled it away. The cold water soothed my throat making breathing and talking seem a little but more bearable.

"How long have I been here?" I whispered hoping my own voice wouldn't be as loud as his was.

Jeremy looked down picking up some kind of needle, preparing something before he glanced up in my direction, "You have been here about 2 weeks. I've been forced to sedate you due to your-" he paused glancing up before finishing, "transformation. Do you remember what happened?"

I remembered hell. Nothing but pure hell and nightmares, lots of pain and very faintly I could remember what happened when I got here. I nodded my head trying to move my arms only to find them still restrained. I didn't have enough energy to argue with the fact I was tied down.

"The man who-" he paused probably trying to find an easier way to say it. I could see his eyes calculating, "The man who tortured you. He wasn't human. He was like us, a werewolf. He turned you and then dropped you on our doorsteps with a letter pinned to your back."

He watched me, watched my reaction. I was stunned, werewolves? Letters pinned to backs? This was like out of some cheesy horror movie. Part of my mind didn't want to accept what he was saying it was laughing and telling me this was all bullshit, but then there was another part of me that knew it was true. I could feel something inside of me that had changed.

I sighed and nodded my head, turning and looking back up at the ceiling. I must have stunned or shocked Jeremy because he just sat there for a minute frozen.

"Are you- Do you believe what I'm telling you?" he asked hesitantly.

I nodded my head looking up at the ceiling, the dreams or well nightmares I had flashing in my head of monsters. Plus I could not deny that I felt different, I was different now. If I was what he said then why should I fight something I couldn't control?

I use to always love being in control of my life, but if something happened that I couldn't change my parents had always taught me to take the good with the bad. Something's were meant to happen for a reason and although what I had gone through was horrible, maybe it was for something greater.

Jeremy let out a sigh of relief as he pulled his chair closer to my arm, "I was worried you would fight me, it took Elena months to come to terms with what happened to her. Is it okay if I take a blood sample?" He asked gently the needle sitting in his lap.

I didn't like needles but this man truly seemed to want to help me, so I nodded my head looking back up at the ceiling.

"I just don't see a reason in fighting something that I had no control over." I responded calmly. It must be the shock of everything or the drugs still in my system but I just felt, calm, dead almost no emotions. Maybe I'll have a freak out later.

"Why do you need a blood sample?"

Jeremy looked up for a moment from the needle, I winced slightly as the needle punctured my skin but I kept my gaze on his face.

"It's just to make sure you don't have diseases that I need to know about. Diabetes, any form of STD. It also will let me know how I can regulate your new diet, you're a little underweight." His mouth opened up as if he was going to say something else but he closed it watching what he was doing.

I frowned slightly as he pulled a blood full vial away and withdrawing the needle, "What were you going to say?"

A small smirk graced his lips as he watched me as he put a label on the vial and set it into something on the floor I couldn't see.

"I was going to remark on your scent. You have a very similar scent to my foster son and you both have the same blue eyes. Your hair is died isn't it? What's your natural color?"

I nodded my head watching him again, "My natural color is a dark blond, light brown." My hair was now died a very dark brown almost black. I didn't like my hair color; it was just too bright for my eyes and made me look funny.

Jeremy nodded his head, leaning back in the chair, "I see, sorry you just remind me of Clayton. Do you need anything?"

My stomach growled very loudly causing my face to heat up; Jeremy smirked leaning forward his hands working at the restraints binding my hands, releasing me.

"I'm going to have to ask you to stay down here. I'll bring you down some food okay?"

I nodded my head rubbing my wrist as he worked at releasing my feet before coming back up and gently taking my hands in his own examining my wrist. They were extremely red, skin rubbed raw in some spots as if I had been struggling in spots. He frowned pulling up some antibiotics, placing it on the bed.

"Apply this to your wrists, don't rub it in. I'll be back in a few minutes." He said as he stood up, walking over to the cell door, locking it behind him before climbing up a set of stairs. I could hear a door close a lock flick before there was a group of footsteps converging, wincing slightly the noise still too loud for my ears.

I did as he said apply the cream to my wrists and also my ankles, wincing slightly. It looked like any normal antibiotic cream but it stung worse than I ever remembered. I glanced down seeing a first aid kit beside the bed; I rummaged through finding some gauze as I carefully wrapped it around my wrist and ankles.

That's when the door clicked and this time I heard two sets of footsteps coming down the stairs, for some reason my heart started to race, fear pooling in my stomach as one set stopped and another kept coming. That's when Jeremy rounded the corner, a tray full of food in his hands. He opened the cell door closing it behind him before he took his seat again placing the tray on the bed.

"Clayton is going to come down, he's just going to sit outside the cell and watch okay?"

I hesitated for a moment, why was I so scared? I was protected within this cell and I wasn't going to be alone with him. I nodded my head which got an encouraging smile in return before Jeremy turned back, "It's okay Clay, come on."

The same man for before rounded the corner, his eyes watching me warily. As he took the seat outside the cell, his arms crossed across his chest. I could see what Jeremy meant, he had the same blue eyes and skin tone that I did, my hair was darker than his though and I was obviously shorter, but we did look a lot alike.

"You need to eat." Jeremy's voice snapped me from my thoughts as he gently moved the plate closer to me. I looked down now smelling it, it smelt amazingly my mouth started watering almost instantly there were a bunch of small sandwiches, some cheese, fruits. It was like a small platter you see at weddings. I greedily started to shove the meats into my mouth, not caring about the two that were watching me. I was starving my stomach growling in an almost painful way. Once I had gotten through half of the platter Jeremy cleared his throat.

"Do you remember what the note said?"

I blinked, pausing half way. Note? I shook my head, "I don't remember a note?"

Jeremy nodded his head seeming to have expected this, "When Clayton here found you outside." My gaze flickered back to the man again, "A letter was…pinned to your back with a small knife."

Bile started to rise, as I put down the food I was holding. Hand going to cover my mouth, what else had that sick fuck done to me? I shook my head, I knew what he did. Tears started to burn my eyes causing me to blink a few times.

"What did the note say?" I heard myself ask.

Jeremy hesitated watching me, before he nodded his head, "The note was directed at Clayton here himself saying 'You took my family so I took yours.'" Both of the men stopped watching me, waiting for my reaction.

The words were ringing through my head 'You took my family so I took yours'. What did it mean I didn't know this man sitting outside the cell, I didn't know Jeremy. I didn't even know where I was or who I was now with all this resent shit that had sprung up.

"I don't know who he is, or who you were before I came here."

Jeremy nodded his head as if he didn't except me to, he gestured back to the tray of food I had forgotten. I started to pick at it again, more so eating now because I knew I had to. I had lost my appetite.

"We were wondering. What do you know about your family that you're willing to share with us?" Jeremy asked kindly. I hesitated a huge overwhelming urge to protect them came over, a low growl vibrated within my chest. Clayton beyond the bars tensed up, but Jeremy just held up his hands showing he meant no harm.

"We mean them no harm, I give you my word. We just need to know what the notes mean."

I relaxed slightly, my growl dyeing down, but the need to protect them didn't go away. I studied Jeremy for a moment; he seemed honest about his promise. I sighed shoving a piece of cheese into my mouth.

"I lived with my mom and dad down south before I came up to college. We were a pretty average family I don't know what you exactly want to know." It was an honest answer; I didn't think I was being too rude or anything.

Jeremy nodded his head, pulling chair closer again, "Did you have any siblings?"

I paused, now this was a touchy subject but I slowly nodded my head turning my gaze onto the platter of food.

"I had two older brothers kind of. See, my parents were young and they had two sons both died in an accident while the family was camping. Only one body was found. My parents didn't want any children after that then 20 years later mom got pregnant with me."

Something snapped which caused me to flinch looking out to where Clayton was sitting, his face was white. Something wooden broken in his hands, but his eyes were on me, shock and surprise was glowing in those blue orbs.

Jeremy sighed sitting back in his seat, rubbing his temples absently before he moved his hand looking at me.

"Shilo, I need to ask you this now. I know you don't want to remember but we need to know." He paused his eyes flickering to where Clayton sat and then back to me.

"What did they do to you?"

Now this was the question I was dreading. Images flashed in my minds eyes. There dark laughs, the grunts, the blades and whips cutting into my skin. Tears were now pouring freely from my eyes.

"Jeremy.." I heard Claytons voice speak out low. Jeremy just shook his head and Clay looked down. Jeremy was right they needed to know so that they would look after me properly.

"They…tortured me." My voice was very low almost a whisper, "I remember there knives cutting into my skin, they beat me."

I didn't want to say anything else, but Jeremy reached over gently grabbing my hand, "This may seem blunt. But did they rape you?" He asked his voice dark but concerned. I blinked tears cascading down my cheeks. Slowly very slowly I nodded my head.

There was a sharp skid as two hands grabbed onto the bars, a deadly growl echoing off the walls of the small cell.

"Clayton! Go upstairs." It was an order I knew it. Clay growled his eyes dark but utterly sad on my face, before he grunted spinning and storming upstairs I could hear doors slamming before nothing. Jeremy sighed, looking back at me.

"Don't worry your safe here. We will protect you."

That did it, next thing I knew I was crying and screaming wrapped up in Jeremy's arms. Letting everything out and just breaking down. Jeremy just held me, ushering calming words, gently rubbing my back or stroking my hair. I didn't know how long we remained like that, him just holding me as I cried. Eventually the tears stopped flowing, my body and mind going numb.

"Why did this happen to me?" I whispered.

Jeremy sighed, sucking in a deep breath.

"We don't know, but that's why I got a blood sample because I'm going to find out. I promise."

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