Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters.


To say I am worried sick is an understatement. I feel like I should be in a coma right now because I haven't stopped worrying about Brittany and Santana. I haven't heard from them since after the party. I've tried calling their phones leaving multiple, various degrees of emotional messages as well as text messages.

I have asked everyone and anyone if they've heard or seen them and all I get as a response is a shrug or 'I dunno'. Pisses me the fuck off. I even resorted to asking the damn teachers to see if they knew anything, they replied with "It's a confidential matter Ms. Fabray, we cannot release that information." I am near insanity and as a last hope I stride to coach Sue's office this Friday afternoon in search for answers.

I tentatively step towards her office door mentally debating if I really want to approach her. She's been in a foul mood and has unleashed her hatred on anybody within a five foot radius. Just yesterday a girl was in Sue's way and she shoved the girl and yelled in her face that she was adopted and nobody loved her. Sadly the girl actually was adopted…

But on the other hand I don't have anyone else to turn to in regards to locating Brittany and Santana. It's not like I can simply ask somebody if they've seen a werewolf roaming around town with a Latina gal. They would send me to the looney bin, fasten that lovely white jacket on me, and lock me away in a padded room.

I firmly knocked on the door forcing myself to quit trying to talk myself out of it. After hearing an abrupt 'come in' I pushed the door open and walked into the room with as much confidence as I could muster. Sue Sylvester may scare the hell out of me but I need to show her otherwise that I am not easily intimidated.

"Hello Quinn." Sue greeted politely. She was working on the elliptical furiously striding at a quick pace.

"Coach." I replied curtly. She stared at me expectedly, eyebrows raised to her hairline.

"What is it you want Fabray? I am a busy woman with a hectic schedule and have no time for you to be a pansy." She said getting off the machine wiping the back of her neck with a towel.

"I wanted to know if you have heard anything from Santana or Brittany?" I asked boldly.

"Does it look like I run a daycare in here? I don't know what kind of drama you three are involved in but I don't partake in it." She snapped.

"I understand that Coach but they haven't been to school the last week." I responded concern laced in my voice.

"And here I thought they were just playing hooky with practices. Whatever the case may be I received an email from their parents saying family emergencies had taken place, excusing them from school momentarily." She said with indifference. Taking a seat at her desk looking over papers.

I stood there disbelieving what she told me. I am close to both of them, they tell me everything. Granted Santana is guarded I can still read her like an open book and Brittany just spills the beans. I wracked through my mind for any family members, both immediate and distant, that was in jeopardy of bad health but came up empty.

"Are you having an aneurism or something? If not, get out of my office. I don't want to see your face anymore." With her pleasant goodbye sealed I quickly dashed out.

"And make sure those two get to practice Monday or else there will be hell to pay!" I heard behind me as I walked down the hallway.

The only way to get this all sorted out was to visit Brittany or Santana's parents, but seeing as Santana's are gone, it's Britt's house I go. I'm not sure how yet I will ask her parents if they've heard from her without giving away that she may be possibly missing. I am just praying to God that she lost her phone and decided to go camping or something.

I begin walking to my car in the parking lot, which by now has emptied out because no one wants to stay longer than necessary at school on a Friday. I noticed a black car with its lights on parked only a few spaces from me. The driver sat in the seat just staring at me; it was really weird and unnerving. I pulled out my keys and positioned them in my hand ready to jab at whoever if they decided to approach me.

As I draw closer to my car the driver exits her vehicle making quick strides to meet me before I can reach my car door. I take a deep breath ready to attack, preparing to either run like hell or fight tooth and nail. I see the driver, the woman raised her hands to demonstrate she's defenseless, but I am still weary of her. She takes a step towards me and I freeze where I am standing.

"Are you Ms. Quinn Fabray?" She asked shyly standing a few feet away from me.

"What does it matter to you?" I asked rudely.

"Your friend Santana asked about you." She stated and I couldn't help but let my guard down and peek interest.

"You know where she is?"

"I can take you there. She asked for you." I didn't feel right believing this woman, even though her eyes showed sincerity.

"How can I trust you?" I questioned her.

"Because I just want to help and she needs you." She replied walking back to her car.

"Come with me please." She called over her shoulder. I went against reason and followed her to the car, hopping in the passenger seat.

She started the car and pulled out of the parking lot leaving the school in the rearview mirror. It was quiet for a few minutes before she started speaking.

"I am sorry; this may seem rash and confusing for you." I simply nodded at her statement.

"Do you know anything about a girl named Brittany Pierce? Also, who are you?"

"Unfortunately I do. My name is Lana Mortem."

"Mind telling me what's going on and where my friends are?" I demanded angrily, tired of being kept in the dark.

"I work for a secret organization that does research on supernatural beings. Brittany as you are probably aware is a werewolf. The people I work for have been using her in a series of trials and tests in order to take something valuable from her."

"What kind of tests? What is it they want?"

"Painful tests. Simply put, basically a different form of torture." She paused momentarily to take a deep breath and turn down a side street.

"I'm sorry the less you know is the better. I am just here to help in any way I can."

"Okay Lana, you want to tell me why you are even in the torturing club with freaks?"

"It's not like that." She snapped. "It wasn't like that." She replies more softly.

"Then explain it to me." I demand.

"I was recruited as a scientist to oversee the treatment and well-being of our 'guests'. But shortly after I joined it wasn't a matter of giving treatment but ripping apart the anatomy of the supernatural and weaponizing their abilities. I just couldn't handle it after some time and I threaten to quit, but they had me blackmailed and I was forced to sign a contract restricting me from leaving the organization until the mission was completed." She finished with a heavy sigh looking straight ahead, watching the small rain drops splatter against the windshield, the beginnings of winter setting in.

"What mission?" I asked after a few minutes of silence.

"To demonstrate the weakness within the United States by releasing a biological weapon that will turn the people on themselves."

"How would they do that?"

"By using Brittany and many before her as experiments."

I audibly gulped hearing that sentence. I didn't know what it could mean but I was terrified nonetheless. Before I got a chance to respond we pulled up to a vacant parking lot. She turned the car off and turned to face me.

"We are going to put you in the facility, but you will be the new employee that has been recently trained and cleared for duty. Do you understand?" I gave her a quick nod before she continued.

"Agent Venator will not recognize you as long as we keep your face well hidden and covered, either with scrubs or glasses. Seems dumb, but the simplest things work the best. You'll do what I say, am I clear?" Again I simply nod.

"Good, now we are going to head inside. Remember how to get there and back. I can't help you and your friends escape but I know you're a smart girl and will work with what you've got. I will do my best for distractions. I'll explain more once we get inside."

We walked across the vacant parking lot in silence. I did my best to act natural and walk with the same amount of assurance but nearly tripped over my own foot once we approached the door. She simply gave me a stern look before opening the doors.

The security guards sitting at the desk briefly looked up eyeing me suspiciously. I began feeling anxious under his gaze, Lana must have noticed and perked up before he could question me.

"Hey Ernie, how are you this evening?"

"So-So. It's Friday. You?" He replied.

"Just fine, have to train the new girl. Newbies, you know how much of a hassle they can be." She joked and he laughed giving her a toothy smile. He wished us a good evening and we continued on our way.

We went into an elevator were she punched in a certain code and we began our descent downward.

"There are multiple ways to get in and around the facility below. Luckily there are maps posted everywhere in the halls you should be able to read easily if you need a quick escape." She explained.

"Why do you want to help so much?" I asked curiously. I saw an array of emotion cross her face. Guilt, sadness, fear.

"To make up for the times I never did the right thing." She deadpanned looking at me with remorseful eyes.

The elevator slowed to a halt, releasing the doors and allowing us to step off and into a different direction. I had trouble remember the code she punched in and the maze it seemed we wound through, but it's a blessing I have a fantastic memory. We walked into an employee's locker room and she looked around before turning to look at me.

"Hm, you should be Becky's size." She said measuring me up. She abruptly turned around opening a locker and pulling out a set of scrubs and threw them in my direction.

"Put those on. You need to look the part if you're going to play it." I quickly undressed and redressed, hiding my old clothes in the locker. She looked at me, taking a step back to take in my full appearance.

"Okay kid, let's head to the observation room. You ready for this?"

"Let's go." I replied confidently holding the door open for her to walk out first.

It felt like we were walking in circles because everything looked the same and repeated itself every few doors. It was like a suburb where all the houses and cars are the same, but just rooms and hallways. We rounded yet another corner before we approached a room and she gave me an encouraging look before walking in with me trailing behind her.

The room was fairly small. A desk and chair in the middle and a large double mirror on the other side. Two people were animatedly talking with each other when we interrupted the conversation.

"Who authorized it?!" I heard a woman holler. She seemed very pissed off judging by her rigid shoulders and tense jaw.

"I do not know. I was not on duty last night, whoever was put her in the wrong cell." The employee shook with fear underneath the woman's penetrating glare.

"Well no fucking shit Sherlock. Care to tell me who's in there while we're stating the obvious?" She spat angrily. She turned at hearing us enter and I recognized her as agent Venator. I filled instantly with fear, freezing my movements.

"Mortem, who the hell is this?" She barked not giving a second glance in my direction.

"New girl. She's been cleared."

"Good because I am in need of her assistance. I don't want to risk anyone who is participating in the operation today. Come here girl." She ushered to me. I shyly walked over to the mirror and Venator giving Lana a quick glance.

"Tell me what you see in there." She said pointing towards the room, opposite of the glass.

I peered in and saw Brittany and Santana, well more of Brittany ready to attack the man prodding her with an electric stick. She was shielding Santana in the corner hissing at the man swiping the air in front of him as a warning. Her eyes were burning yellow, raging with a fiery anger. Her claws and fangs looked bigger, sharper, and scarier. She looked menacing and intimidating to say the least. Santana lay weakly in the corner, fearful of the man in the room.

"Clearly someone is pissed off."

"Great observation skills. I want you to remove the darker girl from the room so we can sedate that thing." She said with disgust. I clenched my fist tightly trying to hide my annoyance of her rude comments.

"Better yet, you can sedate her." She smirked.

"What makes you think the girl won't attack her?" Lana chirped in, drawing attention away from me.

"She's a fresh face, Pierce won't have a reason to strike her."

"She has been showing signs of increased aggression, we cannot be certain of that. We should-"

"I said she will sedate her. That is final. I trust you know how to administer drugs to a patient?" I gave a curt nod avoiding eye contact.

"Good, then hop to it." She said shoving me out the door.

Well this should be interesting. I have only had one interaction when Brittany wasn't herself, technically two. But both cases Santana could calm her down, Santana barely looked strong enough to open her eyes, let alone fight off Brittany's outbursts. I took a deep breath before entering the room.

The man spun around so quickly and bolted out the door before I could register that he was gone. I stared wide eyed at the door before shifting my attention to the ground. If Brittany recognizes me she could blow my cover but if she doesn't she could kill me…

I slowly walked towards the stainless steel table to pick up a syringe and draw out the sedation. I turned my back against the mirror so Venator couldn't see that I wasn't actually getting any, just making it appear so. I could hear Brittany growling at my presence, progressively getting louder with each action I made.

I kept my eyes on the ground in order not to freak Brittany out. I began raising my head a few centimeters at a time before I could look straight at the wall. I proceeded to turn back to Brittany but I could feel her penetrating stare on my back. My heart was jumping out of my chest and beating erratically. I have never been so fearful in my life.

I finally managed to fully face Brittany and truly saw how feral she had become. Her face was contorted in an animalistic manner, snarling atrociously at me, bent on all fours ready to lunge if necessary. The soft blue that once rested in her eyes has vanished completely to be overwhelmed by the animal she's been cursed to be. She dominantly protects though what she loves behind her, shielding Santana completely from my view.

"Hey, it's alright. You're alright." I coo softly to her. She snaps her jaws at me in response.

"Brittany it's me Quinn." I say locking eyes with her and hesitantly stepping forward. Her features soften just barely, remaining guarded.

"Britt, I need you to give me Santana-"She releases a guttural growl disapproving of my request.

"I am going to get you guys out of here. I promise." I whisper quietly to make sure that Venator doesn't have any hidden microphones.

She seems to understand what I am telling her and reluctantly stands up and moves over Santana. I watch her as she gingerly picks Santana up in her arms and whispers into her ear. I can see the corners of Santana's mouth pick up in an exhausted smile, leaning into Brittany. Brittany places a chaste kiss on her forehead before placing her down gently in front of me. Brittany seems calm and collected now and looks at me with the same innocence I can see when she is normal. It warms my heart to know she is still in there.

I reach down and inspect Santana looking over her beaten body. My heart breaks in two seeing her so worn out and distraught. Santana has always been the strongest of the three of us, always willing to throw down and stand up for her friends and pride. She has withered into almost nothing now. Pale and weak she looks like the living dead.

"About t-time Fabray." Santana breathed out, struggling to crane her neck up to look at me.

"Just hold on San, I'm going to get you & Britt out." I say without looking at her to avoid suspicion.

"I knew… you'd make it," I heard softly behind me as I advanced to Brittany with the syringe in my hand.

She eyed my hand wearily before getting down on all fours again lowly growling at me. I have a feeling she is well aware of what this may be. But I need to reassure her it's not what she thinks.

"Britt, I need you to pretend to be sedated. I am not going to inject you, repeat not." I say through gritted teeth, even though my back is turned from the mirror I don't want to take my chances and get caught by Venator.

She relaxes a bit standing up at her full height looking down upon me. She waits for me to step to her and put on a charade as if I gained her trust. I grab her arm gently, pretending to locate a vein and maneuver the needle tip to the edge of her arm, making it appear as if I am sticking her with it. I push the little liquid that was in there and watch it fall down her elbow and on the floor. I remove the needle and back away towards Santana and watch Brittany sit down and begin to fall asleep. Something tells me she knows exactly how to act this out.

A swarm of men come barging in as well as Venator to supervise Brittany and restrain her. They crowd around her shackling her to a rolling table, strapping her tightly in with little room to breathe. Brittany doesn't fight but lazily swings her head in our direction resembling a drunken fool. I grab Santana and throw her arm over my shoulder and support her around the waist.

"Good job new girl. I expect you in the operation room in ten minutes. Put Lopez in her cell and meet Mortem and me back there." She walked away before receiving a confirmation from me.

Gradually I began trudging through the halls with Santana leaning heavily on my side mumbling incoherent sentences and words. I battle with Santana's dead weight and the overwhelming prison setting looking for her cell. Finally I find an empty one that is ironically an observation room for where they plan to perform on Brittany.

I set Santana down in the chair and puff out my exhaustion and hunch over to catch my breath. Once I finish cooling off I search around the room for anything that could help us get out undetected. Great, there appears to be white walls, more white, and oh look! More white… They sure do love white.

"Well Santana we are going to have to be ingenious for this adventure. What do you think?" I asked spinning around to look at her. She stood supporting herself against the table and walked over to the glass, memorized by what was in front of her.

Brittany was just getting into the room and the technicians began booting up the equipment that would monitor her vitals. A look of intense worry crossed Santana's face before it turned to outright fury. I saw her clenching her fists together and grinding her teeth as she gazed upon the various men and women in the room not caring that a living thing was being prepped for possible slaughter.

"Quinn, we have to save her." She said determined walking towards the door.

"Whoa, whoa whoa!" I hollered stepping in front of her pushing her back. "You're not quite up to par for a fight there Lopez, even if you are from Lima Heights Adjacent. Plus we need to keep my cover and make a game plan" She glared at me before letting my words sink in and stepped back to look through the glass.

"Then go save her for me and afterwards let's blow this shit hole up." With that I gave her a hug before heading out to my first (fake) surgery.


I stare silently as they hook various machines up into Brittany. Attaching wires and tubes in her arms, along her chest, on her temples. Constant beeping and noise emanating from every machine. I hate standing around helpless. She took care of me in the short time we had together, keeping me warm and comfortable and giving me what little food Lana gave to the both of us, trying to get my strength back.

Even though I knew she was itching to release the pent up anger and violence she had within her, she managed to put it at bay and focus on me, distracting her from her bestial nature. I was proud of her, proud she can still overcome this stupid curse. Proud to see how much she has grown in just the short time. Proud to call her something more than a friend.

I watched closely as the nurse, Lana, stepped forward and adjusted the restraints on Brittany, discreetly losing them so Brittany could wiggle around. She did so without Venator in the room. She claimed she had to grab something from her office before joining the surgery. Not even a few seconds Lana stepped away and stood next to Quinn, Venator came barging in with a small vial in her hand.

"I have it!" She proclaimed ecstatically.

"What is it?" Lana questioned aloud.

"It is the previous amount of venom we have collected from her as well as a mixture of our own ingredients, almost like the first prototype. I plan on seeing how she'll react to being injected with it if our first attempts don't work. New girl, you properly sedated her correct?" She asked preparing a syringe full of the venom, placing it on the table.

"Yes ma'am." Quinn answered.

"Good, then let's begin phase one everybody."

I became anxious watching as one of the technicians booted up what looked like electric rods, touching the two hand helds together to generate a spark. Before he moved to Brittany another assistant quickly dipped a needle into her arm shooting her with a drug. Brittany instantly became hyperaware and breathing heavily. Then the man proceeded to jab Brittany sharply with the electro current.

She began roaring in pain and arching off the table, crying out at each new volt surging through her body. I felt hot tears spring in my eyes watching her, shaking with anger. I couldn't keep watching her go through this without me at least trying to help her. After a few minutes he stopped. That's it I am done waiting. I stormed out of the room.

"Stop!" I yelled barging into the room, sufficiently scaring the two assistants torturing Brittany. Brittany looked up at me squirming on the table due to the convulsions pulsating through her body as aftershock.

"Well look who we have here." Venator grabbed me around the throat from behind and pulled out her gun holding it to my head. I grabbed a hold of her arm and tried to tug harshly but she pulled back harder putting me in a vulnerable position.

"No so fast little one. I need this day to go without a hitch and if you mess this up I will personally kill you myself." She whispered in my ear. I glanced at Quinn and saw the horror on her face as she watched the scene unfold.

"Wait Jessica!" Mortem shouted out stepping forward. "We don't need any more lives taken, we have what we need. Please just let them go." She pleaded. I felt Venator reposition her stance standing straighter before stiffing her arm.

"Actually Lana, I want the venom sac not little tid bits here and there. But I think you just need to retire and leave me for the decision making." She snapped before aiming and pulling the trigger, planting a single bullet in Lana's chest cavity.

"Lana!" I cried out watching as blood poured out of her chest and she collapsed into Quinn's arms. I immediately threw my elbow back hitting Venator in the face, stumbling back with a bloody nose. I manage to look at Quinn before Venator grabbed me by the back of the head.

"Quinn get Lana to a hospital! Get out of here!"

"What?! Not without you or Britt!" She exclaimed holding Lana up.

"We'll get out I promise just go!" I accomplished to say before being struck above my eyebrow by the butt of the gun from Venator.

"Stupid bitch. I am really getting sick of you." She said pointing the gun at me.

Venator's attention though was quickly pulled away from me when a ferocious howl erupted from Brittany. The machines ignited in an orchestra of high pitches tones and beeps. We both stared in awe as Brittany tore through the restraints falling to the ground holding her head and rapidly growing. She slammed her hands on the ground and her hands transformed into paws spanning widely on the tile. Her legs elongated as her face twisted into a muzzle and sharp protruding fangs. It ended as quickly as it started. Except now there was a massive black wolf in the room with gleaming blues eyes stalking towards us.

Venator instantly grabs a hold of me again returning to our position with a gun at my head. Brittany bares her teeth inching closer to us, her claws dragging on the tile leaving marks. She is lowly growling at Venator keeping a sharp eye on her.

"Beautiful isn't she?" Venator whispered into my ear. As much as I would hate to agree to anything Venator says, I had to with that question. Brittany's fur was as black as midnight by heavily contrasted with her bright blue eyes. I could read the emotion in them and felt better knowing I had her here with me.

"Well Brittany, let's see those big bad teeth of yours and remove that venom okay?" Venator asked in a sickly sweet voice. Brittany just growled louder inching closer again.

"Uh-huh Ms. Pierce." She said warningly. "We wouldn't want anything to happen to Santana here." Pressing the gun further to my head.

Brittany glanced at me and reluctantly stepped back eyeing Venator. I locked eyes with Brittany though and glanced over at the door, suggesting she run. I could tell she wasn't happy with what I was insinuating, but I wanted, no needed her safe.

"Brittany run!" I hollered before stomping on Venator's foot and jabbing her in the appendix. She keeled over huffing in pain. I turned around then and punched her under the eye, landing an exceptional shot on her cheekbone. She hissed in pain and released the gun dropping it to the floor.

I raced over to the door and flung it open and spun around to find Brittany charging towards me out towards the exit. I follow quickly behind her but before I can join her in the hallway Venator strikes me behind the knee making me fall. Brittany abruptly turns around to attack but I yell at her first.

"Brittany get out of here I will take care of her!" She looks at my sadly, staying still. "Brittany get the hell out, I'll find you in the woods, hurry!" With that she dashes away. My attention is brought back to the current situation at hand.

I roll onto my back and send a sold kick to Venator's abdominal knocking the wind out of her. I stand up quickly putting my hands in front of my face like I learned in kick boxing. I guess all those years dad put me through lessons really did pay off. I circled around Venator anticipating her next move. She looked up at me before spitting out a bloody wad of spit at the ground.

"You thought I was going to kill you before, now I am going to slaughter you! Because of you I am ruined!" She screeched lunging towards me.

We collided together toppling into the stainless steel medical table. An array of medical tools falls with us sprawling across the floor. She has me pinned underneath her gasping for air, constricting my air pipe. I frantically wave my hand around the ground for anything to grab, finally I feel a scalpel and stab it into her side. She howls in pain and I take the chance to flip us throwing a number of punches at her face.

She manages to block a few of my hits before finally throwing me off her. She looks around the room and sees the gun laying not even five feet away from us. She glances at me and at the gun again before she roughly shoves me getting up to dive for the gun. I yank her back down and stretch for the gun grabbing it in my left hand. I stand quickly looking at her, gun aimed. She slowly rises and has her hand behind her back, looking at me strangely.

"So this is it huh? You gonna take my life?" She asked challengingly. I couldn't answer because I didn't know if I could take her life.

"Well Ms. Lopez are you?" she asked stepping towards me.

"Stop! Don't move!" I felt my voice crack as nerves settled into my body.

"Not until you're dead!" She charged me with a syringe and I pulled the trigger.

I felt a sharp pierce plunge into my neck as we fell to the ground. I groaned in pain as she lay lifeless on top of me. I saw where the bullet had gone through her, warm liquid covering my hands. I knew it was a critical injury, but not kill her right? Taking a human life is wrong, no matter whom it is.

I shakily stood up and pulled the needle from my neck examining it and praying it doesn't have a sedative in it. I threw the needle down at Venator's still body and went looking for Brittany.


I could feel a sense of power that was coursing through my body. My senses are overwhelming me though and I am having a hard time adjusting. I am scouring through this stupid place like a labyrinth trying to find a way out. I look through doors and entry ways and find more offices and people screaming at me. It isn't until I pick up a familiar scent do I run towards it.

I can feel my paws thud heavily against the ground as I run. It temporarily distracts me from my thoughts. Santana is risking her life for me at this moment. Fighting off Venator in order for me to get away. I wanted to stay and fight to protect her but she is so stubborn that we both would've been caught and killed if I stayed. She's strong, I know she is, but it doesn't stop me from worrying about the girl I love. Love? When did that happen?

Before I could delve further into my thoughts I found the source of the scent I recognized, I could tell it was the strongest behind a certain door. I took a step back before plowing through the door with my body. I scanned the room quickly and found Joshua. He looked just as surprised to see me as I did him.

"Brittany! I'm so glad to see you." He said gratefully eyeing me up and down. "Looking good too." He smirked. I growled at him in no mood for his games. He held up one finger before shifting into a wolf in front of me.

"Better!" He exclaimed, happily wagging his tail.

"How can I hear you? Let alone talk to you?" I asked confused.

"We share a special bond, since I am your maker. " I looked at him further puzzled waiting for an explanation.

"We share a communication bond that can only be created by the maker and the new werewolf."

"Okay great. Do you know a way out of here?"

"Yes I do but there will probably be a number of people waiting for us…" he replied warningly.

"Then let's go." I urged, finding I don't have a lick of fear.

Just as Joshua predicted there were a swarm of armed men waiting for us at the end of a back entrance leading to the woods. I reveled in the way they spread like the red sea when I snapped my jaws and teased them. I desperately wanted to kill one of them but couldn't bring myself to do it. Even though I am a monster I refuse to be monstrous.

Joshua and I ran for only a couple of minutes but it was far enough from the site that we lied down and caught our breath. I anxiously paced back and forth thinking about Santana. What if she isn't okay? What if Venator succeeded in killing her and I left like a coward? I can go back for her and save her if it isn't too late. My mind was racing faster than I could keep up.

"Brittany you need to relax" Joshua stated calmly.

"Kind of hard Joshua." I snarled at him. He placed his ears back and put his head down in submission.

"Just trying to help." He replied sheepishly.

"I know. I'm sorry. I am just worried is all." I continue pacing around until I bump into Joshua, not having noticed he stood up to stop my insistent pacing.

"How about you and I go run away somewhere? Get out of this town and start a new life?" He asked boldly. I couldn't contain my outburst of his nerve. I pinned him underneath my paws biting at his neck earning a yelp of pain in return.

"You will listen to me now. I will not repeat myself. You are going back to wherever you came from and never returning here again. Since you fucked my life up the least you can do is get the hell out of it. Clear?" I demanded strongly before releasing him. He gave a subtle nod before scampering off in the opposite direction, not uttering a single word to me.

Now I patiently wait for Santana. And if she doesn't come soon I will find her myself.


I run through the maze of white walls searching for any sign of Brittany. I never thought I would be so thankful that her claws are enormously long because they leave marks along the ground with each stride she took. I follow them until I am outside. I look around my surroundings and see I am on the backside of a building facing the woods. I begin racing into the woods in search of Brittany.

Whatever Venator injected me with is hitting me hard right now. I am barely managing to miss rocks and roots, catching myself with tree branches and sheet dumb luck. My vision is becoming blurry and I have to shake my head violently to clear it each time it gets bad. The more I progress through the forest the harder it becomes. I think that I am far enough in to call out Britt's name without having those goons come after me.

"Brittany!" I call out loudly, hearing it echoed back to me. It is eerily silent in the woods tonight. I continue my trek through the brush.

"Brittany!" I yell out again. No response this time, but I hear howling. I perk my ears up waiting to hear it again. Once I do, I run in the direction it's coming from.

"Britt!" I holler once more with a smile. I grow excited knowing we both got out alive and safe and soon we can go home and take hot baths and sleep and food…

My thoughts were caught off when I am met with a yellow pair of eyes staring at me. Three more pairs of eyes emerge from the dark and stand behind the first creature. I freeze in my tracks staring at the pack of wolves staring hungrily at me. I inch a step backwards and step on a twig eliciting a fierce growl from the first wolf. It leaps forward at me scaring me and I trip over yet another root.

I begin to quietly cry as I watch the wolves move in at all sides, circling me. I watch as their eyes flicker with the thirst to kill, lapping up every drop of fear of emanating. I crawl backwards to do my best to get away from them, but they take quicker steps to me and start drawing closer.

"Nice d-doggie." I stutter, preparing for the attack.

The wolf releases a quick howl before attacking me. I close my eyes in anticipation but never feel it. I open my eyes and see a massive black wolf pinning the grey one underneath snarling menacingly at it. The other grey wolves circle and gang up and bite left and right into the black wolf. The black wolf simple swirls around throwing the wolves off of it biting down on their necks as a threat. Most of them retreat with their tails between their legs but the first wolf stands its ground waiting to retaliate.

The black wolf lowers itself to the ground level to the grey wolf and bears its teeth widely showing the extent of damage it can inflict. Yet the wolf doesn't back down, demonstrating the same action. Finally the black wolf captures the grey wolf in its mouth and shakes it. Loud cries pierce the air from the grey wolf. It's tossed to the side after a few moments and limps away whining. The black wolf turns to me panting heavily but has the clear blue eyes I would recognize anywhere.

"Brittany." I breathed out in relief. I stood up and ran to her hugging her tightly around the neck. She nuzzled her head against my shoulder and yipped at me.

I pulled back and stroked her head and behind her ear. She gently leaned into my touch enjoying the contact. I hummed in content in response. I looked at her closely ad watched as the different shades of blue danced around her pupils. I admired her fur and how beautiful she was in this form, even if it was crazy. All of a sudden my knees gave out and I collapsed against her. She whined in concern at me.

"I'm fine Britt, just the day's events catching up to me." I replied weakly. She nudged her nose against my check before taking a few steps with me holding onto her. I suppose she was leading us somewhere.

We only walked a few hundred yards until a cave came into view. We scaled the rocks, well she did, and I crawled pain stakingly slow, until we were sheltered from the coming winter cold. I sat down and released a large sigh feeling finally relaxed. Sitting in a cold, dark cave should be the farthest from relaxing, but it was nice. Brittany curled around me with her large body, tucking me away in her soft fur. I huddled down and stroked her fur like earlier enjoying the contact. My mind finally was able to unwind and turn off slipping away into a peaceful sleep.


A/N: Longest chapter yet! I had fun writing this, granted I skipped homework to do it. More to follow soon. Thanks y'all!