A/N: Thank you very much to everyone who is taking the time to read this story. I especially want to thank those of you who have taken the time to review. It absolutely makes my day!!! I hope you enjoy the next chapter. There's not so much in the way of action but it makes up for it in the information department.

Susanne

CHAPTER SEVEN

Sam was running, loping along with a grace and strength he'd never felt before. It was exhilarating as the wind blew by his ears and face and fluttered through his hair. He was in a forest, one he didn`t recognize at all. It didn`t even feel like someplace he`d been before. Looking around at the vegetation as it blurred past, Sam happened to glance down. What he saw sent his heart racing and pulled all the breath out of his lungs. He was on all fours. His hands and feet had turned to paws. He was a dog.

Sam came awake with a start, he sat bolt upright, gasping for breath. His eyes wide and frantic, Sam ran his hand over his chest and then over his arms. His heartbeat slowed as he realized it had been a dream. Gulping air like it was water, he glanced at his brother`s sleeping back. He was as safe as he was going to get. Still exhausted, Sam settled back down on the scratchy straw and was instantly asleep.

From his position between Sam and the door, Dean continued to lay in the straw, his eyes open. He`d heard Sam struggling in his sleep and was about to go to him when Sam had calmed. He wanted to be here for his brother but he also wanted to make sure he knew when anyone came near.

Dean had paced every inch of the cell. He tried everything he could think of to get the hell out of here but had come up empty. As he lay trying to not itch in the straw, Dean heard footsteps outside the cell door. With the stealth of a cat, Dean sprang to his feet and padded toward the door.

A grate at the bottom of the door slid open. A wooden tray was pushed inside. Dean didn`t even get a chance to see the person`s hands much less do anything about it. Then the grate slammed shut. Nonplussed, Dean looked at the tray. He was pleasantly surprised to see that it contained well cooked steaks, potatoes, carrots and two large plastic bottles of water. Drugged or not, he had every intention of eating the food offered. The strength would be well worth the muddled head.

Picking up the tray, Dean went back to his brother. He was careful of the contents as he sat down beside Sam and then shook his shoulder. He didn`t get a response so he decided to eat his portion and then try again. Sam probably needed the sleep but he was going to make sure Sam got the food too, even if it was a little cold.

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"So," Nick began as he watched scenery whizzing by the passenger window. "Where exactly are you taking us?"

"Would you believe the Legacy house?" Tyler hedged. He was climbing out on a limb here. If his boss found out what he was doing the best he could hope for would be death. The worst he really didn't want to think about.

"Well, for that to be true we would have to be going in the opposite direction," Nick commented. He didn't know much about the town but he'd made sure that he knew how to get to the Legacy house. He'd hoped to make a stop there to get supplies. The unfortunate thing about going through customs was that they tended to frown on weapons.

"Okay. I admit it. We're going to a cottage on the outskirts of town. The Legacy house doesn't know that I've picked you up. My Precept gave me very specific orders about you after Ms. Devereaux contacted us. I am to stay as far away as possible and be as little help as possible," Tyler said. He didn't look away from the crowded, narrow roads that they were careening through but Nick had the distinct impression that the man was telling the truth.

"Why would your Precept not want to help us?" Nick asked. He glanced over his shoulder at Bobby perched in the back seat. European cars weren't quite as large as either man was accustomed to. The cast on Bobby's leg and arm didn't help the situation. If the situation weren't so tense, Nick would have chuckled at the unimpressed expression on the older man's face.

"He's in league with the werewolves," Tyler stated simply. He sent a sideways glance at Nick. He knew how this sounded. It was going to get even worse.

"Werewolves?" Nick and Bobby echoed.

"Sam told me what was going on in Montana. There were some signs of werewolves but there was more going on than just that," Bobby barked. He sat forward in his seat and glared at the man in the rear view mirror.

"You're probably used to dealing with half breeds," Tyler said. "These are the pure bloods."

The Frankfurt member had to stop talking for a moment while he navigated the roads. Nick was grateful that he didn't have to drive. It all seemed too close and random. Nick's mind raced too with everything he knew about werewolves. This wasn't making a whole lot of sense.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Bobby growled. He had every piece of literature he ever found on the creatures. Never was there mention about half breeds and pure bloods. Maybe this guy was getting confused with 'Harry Potter'.

"I know. It sounds like something out of a bad horror novel. I didn't believe it myself until I found a journal in my Precept's office this morning." Tyler paused in his recitation to keep the car on the road. It was rush house traffic. Never a good thing in Europe. The hectic pace outside the car was reflected by the tension inside. Tyler had the distinct impression either man was ready to pull his spine out of his body and beat him with it.

"The pure bloods are the ultimate alpha males. They are extremely aggressive which makes them very good at business. These men are beyond rich. They have the world by the tail but no one knows they exist until you go digging like Ms. Devereaux. Despite the folk lore, they do not turn into wolves under the full moon. Those are the half bloods. These creatures only turn as a result of extreme emotion or by choice."

"What does this have to do with Sam and Dean?" Bobby broke in. That was the only thing he cared about, getting his boys back.

"The pure bloods had the cabin in Montana built so that they could run and be themselves. That's why it's so damned remote. They don't want anyone knowing of their existence but they still want to be able to hunt in their true form. Unfortunately, whenever someone sees them, they're killed. In the case of your friends I think they may have been captured and brought here," Tyler said. He hated being the bearer of bad news but they'd asked.

"If these furry bastards usually kill intruders why would they keep the boys?" Bobby demanded. He didn't like what he was hearing. Half of him hoped the man was blowing smoke out his ass.

"Your friends are trained hunters, right? They thought they knew what they were up against and still got caught. These guys are rich, bored and used to having things their way. If your friends displayed any survival skills at all the werewolves wouldn't think twice about kidnapping them and dragging them here. They think humans are a lower form of being. We are here simply to make them richer and to be prey. They enjoy hunting humans but don't like the attention killing locals always brings," Tyler continued.

As the man talked the sun had begun the set. They were beyond the confines of the airport and downtown. The car had found quieter roads the further they went. It helped to relieve some of the tension in the car but not by much.

"Are you saying that Sam and Dean have been kidnapped to be used in a hunt?" Nick asked. He really hoped he was wrong. How had this been going on without San Francisco house finding out? What about the other Legacy houses? Did they have a clue or did they choose to ignore the signs?

"Pretty much," Tyler stated. They'd left the city behind. The sun had gone down but he knew where he was going, even in the dark. He pulled into a long, winding drive. It was the only place he could think to take the men that didn't involve the Legacy.

"Do you know where they are?" Bobby asked. He was ready to throttle the man. Why couldn't he just spill it? He wanted to know where the boys were and how the hell to get them home.

"No. I had enough time to get the general details from the Precept's office. Unfortunately, I didn't get everything. Jacob would have noticed if I'd taken the journal. As it is I think he's suspicious of me," Tyler said.

Nick could see the intense sadness and sense of betrayal in the man's blue eyes. He could only imagine how hard it would be to find out that Derek had been corrupted. The Legacy security specialist sent a silent prayer, hoping he'd never find out.

"So, what happened today that you suddenly decided to suspect your boss of being dark side?" Bobby asked. He'd been trying to keep track of where they went but had to admit he was hopelessly lost. Damn.

"I don't know. The information Ms. Devereaux dug up set my nerves on edge. Then Jacob told me it wasn't any of my business. He'd never stopped me from investigating anything before. He must have known that would make me suspicious. I just don't know what's going on. I slid into his office early this morning and spent some time snooping. I found the journal in a secret compartment in his desk ten minutes before he came in for the day.

"It dates back centuries. All the Precepts of the Frankfurt house were listed in it. They've all been in on it. Apparently it was easier to ignore them than to try to deal with them. They're too powerful politically and financially."

"This is a load of bullshit. Do you honestly expect us to believe any of this?" Bobby demanded. It didn't seem possible or even probable. It went against everything he knew about werewolves. If he was wrong about them, what else was he wrong about?

"Well, you can choose to believe me or not, it's your choice. But from the sounds of things your friends are being held by them. If you're lucky they'll give them a few days to recuperate before sending them out in the forest to hunt them like animals. I hope you find them, I really do. If you can do that without my help, the more power to you," Tyler said as he pulled up in front of a quaint little cottage. It looked like it belonged in the fairy tale 'Hansel and Gretel', not in real life.

Climbing out of the cramped little vehicle, Bobby and Nick shared a look over the smooth metal roof. Neither was certain of what to believe. Neither was willing to take the chance that Tyler was right.