Author's Note: OK, so I know the last chapter had something horribly wrong with it (aka my assumption that werewolves couldn't change at will), however I've made the executive decision to just keep writing as if werewolves CAN'T change at will in these books. I know that's not how Kelly Armstrong did it, but I would have to write the last chapter over and that would be totally lame. So, buckle up and get ready for... Tori's chapter!

Chapter Seven:

Tori

My first thought upon coming into consciousness was, Am I alive? My entire side felt like it was on fire, and rightly so, a shitton of it had been removed by that crazy guy's claws. My second thought was way more clear, Oh shit. I hate to admit it, but I panicked. See, when I had bolted after Derek told me to, Simon was not far behind. He caught up eventually, and we shared a quick glance before hightailing it out of there... and right into two assholes who looked severely pissed off. It seemed to happen in a flash, but I felt a sharp stinging at my neck (probably my necklace being ripped off) and an unbearable pain in my side. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was Simon hitting the ground, and now it seemed that I was in some sort of... cavern. I could hear a steady trickling of water, which indicated a stream somewhere... and was quite frankly making me have to pee. I finally decided to open my eyes, and what I saw.... wasn't much.

It was pitch black inside the... well, wherever I was, and the ground under my butt felt obnoxiously hard. I attempted to hoist myself up, and to my chagrin realized I was in a box, and a small one at that. I could put my arms out about 6 inches in all directions, before I got stopped by what I thought was metal. I couldn't see to tell. I concentrated on the trickle, and when I did I realized it was above me. I could hear the water in a steady stream somewhere above my head, but also a strange whirring sound... that seemed to be at the end, near my feet.

Concentrating on figuring out exactly where I was completely distracted me from my horrifying predicament, so I decided to do some exploring. By scooching myself forward with my back and butt, I managed to touch the wall at the end with my feet, and I realized right away that right in the middle of the insides of my feet there was some sort of hole with... vents? Moving my foot around I also detected a slight rumbling, and the realization came to me. It was a fan. And if there was a fan...

I didn't want to think about it.

I tried to blank my mind. Go to "my special place". The place I went when my mom would criticize my every move. Where I went when she sent me to dumb Lyle House with their spazzy kids and maniacal staff. I tried to close my mind to my current, and slightly dire, fate and go to my treehouse in the sky, where I had gone so many times before, but I couldn't. And no matter how hard I tried I couldn't shake those three awful, terrible words going through my head in neon flashing light.

I.

Was.

Trapped.

And when I finally accepted that, the fact that I was probably being left here for some later purpose, and just may die, the words changed. Because if I was going to survive this, if there was any way for me to live, then I was going to find it and that meant believing, so I thought only one word.

Chloe.