Chapter 2

Derek's POV

For the tenth time, I picked up my phone. Emily Jo hadn't called or even texted to say she was home. Cody had. I asked him if his sister was their too but he had said that just her bag was. Getting anxious, I dialed her number. I tapped my foot as the phone connected through.

"Hey it's Emily Jo! Sorry I couldn't get the phone, leave a message and I'll try to get back to you but who knows."

"Emily Jo, it's your dad. Where are you, young lady? You aren't home. Call me now." I hung up the phone and called Tobias, Emily Jo's best friend and previous boyfriend. Which I wasn't too pleased about. I like the kid, he made my daughter happy and I approved of him (some reason that shocked my whole family, including my wife). Also he was her suspected mate but Chloe warned my not to tell either of them even though the whole family knew.

"Give her time to grow up, Derek." Chloe batted her eyelashes and flashed her big blue eyes and I was putty.

"Hello?" Tobias answered after two rings.

"Hi Tobias. It's Mr. Souza." I replied.

"Oh hi, what's going on? Everything okay?" Tobias sounded instantly concerned.

"Have you spoken or seen Emily Jo?" I asked briskly.

"Not since the corner. Why, has she not called you yet?" My nerves grew.

"No. Thanks Tobias." I hung up without an answer. I new it was rude but I had to call Chloe. Something was wrong with our daughter.

Emily Jo's POV

I slowly opened my eyes. Instantly I could sense that I had not been to this place before. Two reasons. One, the smell of medication was everywhere and it wasn't a hospital. I knew from my second reason which was it was motel ugly. I should know, I lived in one before we moved into our current house. Just from the way I was laying I could tell the side lamp and alarm clock wer bolted to the table.

As I awoke more, I noticed just how uncomfortable my position was. My arms seems to be held down. I tried to sit up but whatever gripped my- handcuffs. Looking over I saw handcuffs holding me down. I wrenched against them, using all my strength. Nothing worked.

"Those are meant to hold you down." I whipped my head around to see a woman, a little taller than my mum with brown hair pulled back. Two men stood behind her. Their secnts seeped into the room around me. A warning alarm went off in my head. Werewolves. Which was weird because the woman wasn't. You could tell just by looking at here. That meant her guards were. Usually werewolves didn't interact with other supernaturals or humans. Especially fully developed werewolves.

"Well not you exactly. Werewolves in general," She walked into the room, the men following close behind, "We've had a few willing subjects to try and help make the supernatural community safer." I started tuning her out as she droned on. Instead I watched her bodyguards. I knew that's what they were. They kept their eyes glued on my the whole time, watching every slight move I tried to make. The woman stopped talking as soon as she realized I wasn't listening. She did notice my intense stare down with one of her guards.

"They're only here to calm you if you weren't willing to cooperate." She explained. She kept glancing at my writs, which I were keeping still.

No, they're here because these things aren't 100% and they're supposed to stop me from injuring you. Or killing you.

"Why would I have reason not to cooperate?" I asked, trying to sound sweet. It worked. The woman smiled kindly.

"See that's what I said but," She started saying a name but caught herself, "someone said you probably would because of your upbringing." Her eyes widened slightly as if she has said too much.

My upbringing? My parents?

Then it hit me and I'm pretty sure my mouth dropped, but I didn't care.

My parents had found out they were experiments when they were my age. My dad is a highly powerful, genetically altered werewolf and my mum, a necromancer is just as powerful and genetically altered. It was their worst fear. The Edison Group had found them and realized they had children. I was their next experiment.

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