AJ POV

I don't know how long I've been in this place, but it seems like forever! I'm bored, but anxious, and I can't stop moving around this very cramped basement. I tried almost immediately after that Punk guy left to find some way to escape, but, as I previously thought, they only way out was through the entrance at the top of the stairs. I can't believe this. I have actually been kidnapped by werewolves who are trying to get to my best friend, whom they say is another supernatural being! I swear this only happens in movies and books.

It's funny. I always secreted wished that the stories in my novels about the supernatural were real. I hoped that they were true, and somehow the world of the supernatural would find me and take me away from my humdrum life. I wished that I could fall in love with a vampire like Elena from Vampire Diaries or that I would be caught in the middle of a love triangle like Bella from the Twilight series, or, even better, I actually turned out to be supernatural like Sookie from True Blood! But now that this is actually happening, I'm not excited. I'm terrified! What if these wolves aren't sworn to protect humankind, like in Twilight. What if they need to kill humans to activate the wolf gene, like in Vampire Diaries, and I'm only here to be the human sacrifice. Oh my God! The more I think about it the… hungrier I get. Damn, the last time I ate was during my lunch break at work. I'm freaking hungry! Are these stupid wolves going to feed me? I mean they have to right? Kaitlyn would be pissed when she comes for me and finds that these wolves have starved me to death. I walk up the stairs and start banging on the locked door. "HEY," I yell loudly. "Is anybody there?! I'm hungry!" I bang on the door again, but no one answers. "HEY! I know you're out there! If you don't acknowledge me, I'll just keep making noise!" Maybe I shouldn't be threatening my captives who just so happen to be, oh I don't know, WOLVES, but I'm really hungry. I start banging on the door again relentlessly while screaming at the top of my lungs. Suddenly the door swung open and I fell forward. I put my hands in front of me quickly to protect my face as I land on the ground with a loud thud.

"You are awfully loud for someone who is supposed to be a hostage." I looked up to see CM Punk standing above me. One of his hands was on the door knob and the other was on his head, rubbing his temple. "And for the record," he continues, "I can hear much better than you humans can. All you needed to do was wait a damn minute."

"Well I'm not going to apologize. I haven't eaten since lunch, and you guys haven't fed me. Hell, you guys just left me down there with nothing to do but stare at the walls! Do you have any idea how mind-numbing that is?" I don't where this burst of courage is coming from, but I hope it stops before Punk decides that I'm more trouble than I'm worth.

"You're more trouble than you're worth." Dammit! Is he going to kill me?

"I- I'm just hungry," I whisper as I look down at the floor. I hear Punk sigh, and he walks away from me.

"Well, are you gonna stay on the floor, or do you want something to eat?" I look up at him surprised, but I pull myself together quickly. I don't want him to change his mind about feeding me. I get to my feet and follow Punk to the kitchen. As I follow him, I look around to really observe my surroundings. This is a pretty big place. The living room is huge, with high ceilings and it is spectacularly decorated. There are three full couches and about four individual seats. There's a large screen television above a beautiful fireplace, and along the walls are shelves and cabinets filled some books, picture frames, DVDs and video games. This was definitely a guy place, but there was something interesting about the pictures: they were only of women. What's with these guys? Are they sexually deprived or something?

When Punk and I stop walking, we are in the kitchen, which is huge with dark overtones combined with neutral colors. One of these guys has impeccable decorating skills… Either that or some women are a part of the pack as well. Punk walks over to the fridge and looks inside. Without looking back at me he asks, "You're not allergic to anything are you?"

"No. I'm not."

"Okay, well we mostly have meat, and I don't know what Roman uses to season it so, I hope it's okay. Steak and baked potatoes are good for you?"

"Yeah that sounds really good actually."

"Good because it's the only thing in this fridge that's cooked already. Just needs to be heated up." I nodded and sat on the middle stool at the breakfast bar. He put the food on a plate and put it in the microwave to heat up for two minutes… Most silent and uncomfortable two minutes of my life. They went by so slowly. While Punk was staring at the microwave, willing the food to heat up faster, I tried to look everywhere but in his direction. However, I couldn't help it. My eyes were just drawn to him. He was built, but not overly muscular, with tattoos up and down his arms. He was kind of beautiful. Oh my god, why am I thinking that my kidnapper is beautiful? Damn Stockholm syndrome. Just then the microwave stopped and Punk gave me my food. I immediately devoured it. To hell with manners.

"You weren't kidding about being hungry." Punk slightly laughed at me. I barely took my attention off my food, but I did manage to throw him a dirty look. "Be angry at me all you want, human. I'm not the one gulfing down my food."

"Are you a jerk to all your hostages, or am I just lucky?" There goes that courage again. I swear I'm going to get myself killed before Kaitlyn gets here.

"I don't make a habit out of kidnapping, believe it or not. You're a special case. Consider yourself collateral damage."

"Whatever." I go right back to eating. It's a good thing it put a lot of food on my plate. I am eating as though it would be the last meal I would have. It was quiet for a few seconds, but I can't help but feel curious. I mean when is the next time I'll be able to ask a supernatural being questions about their existence? "Punk," I say quietly. He turns his head toward me. I feel like he's staring at my soul. "Can I ask you some questions about… the supernatural?"

"I guess."

"Um, well," I don't really know what to ask. I'm actually surprised that he allowed me to ask questions at al. "Do you have more members in your pack? Like is it only you and those three guys?"

"There aren't any more members of my pack, but wolf packs tend to be on the smaller side."

"Then who are those women in those pictures in the living room."

"Those are pictures of pack mothers. Those are the women who have given birth to this pack's members over the years. This pack is pretty old."

"So a picture of your mother and those three guys' mothers are out there too?"

"Yeah, but Dean Roman and Seth are brothers so only one picture is of their mother."

"But you guys are young. Where are your mothers now?" Punk turned away from me, hiding his face.

"They're dead. When female wolves become parents, their lifespan shorten. They don't live to see us grow up and we grow up without mothers."

"That's the most heart-breaking thing I've ever heard." I look down at my plate. Suddenly, I'm not hungry anymore. Punk still has his back toward me. I want to say something to comfort him, but I can't think of anything.

CM Punk POV

Damn human with her questions. I guess I walked into that, though, but how was I supposed to know that she would ask about that? The last thing I needed was to think about was the sad lives that all wolves lead. Damn curse. Damn sirens. I take a deep breath before turning back to April. She stopped eating, and now she's looking at me with those big brown doe eyes. Her face is full of sorrow and pity. I don't need this shit.

"Don't look at me like that April. I don't need your damn pity," I tell her.

"Sorry, I don't mean to offend you. Nothing I've ever read about werewolves ever mentioned something like that."

"Of course not. What would humans know about us?"

"That's kind of why I wanted to ask you questions. I just would like to know what's true and what's false."

"Well now I'm curious. What do you humans say about us? I'll tell you if it's fiction or not." April started firing the questions. She asked about our transformations, our relationship with the full moon and other supernatural beings and our origins. I have to say, humans know a little too much for my taste, but it seems like humans only know bits and pieces to the story as opposed to the entire picture. I don't give the human too much information. She'll learn more than she ever needs to know once her friend gets here. Otherwise that, I am enjoying this conversation. This human is witty and to be honest, she's cute. How can I not enjoy her company? However, things get awkward when she starts asking about mates. At least for me it's awkward.

"How do you guys know when you meet your mates? Do you imprint like in Twilight?"

"I don't know what that is, so going to go ahead and say no. Once we find a wolf we like we just stick together and mate for life."

"But how do you know if that's the one? What if you get together and you find later in life that you don't love that wolf anymore?" She's really pushing this question.

"I don't know what you humans do, but we wolves spend time getting to know one another before we mark our mates."

"Mark? You mean the way dogs mark their territory?" She has a look of pure disgust on her face. What the hell is she thinking? That's disgusting!

"NO! We leave bite marks on the back of our mates' necks and every mate marking is different. Once we're marked it's like you have blinders on and only your mate exists in your world."

"Aww!" She thinks this is cute? What the hell is so cute about it? She looks down at her plate at her plate with a slight smile on her face. She tucks her hair behind ear, but it's too long as fall in front of her face again. "Do you have a mate?" Oh my god. Is she really asking me this question, and is she… blushing?

"Don't worry about that," I tell her with a straight face. The last thing I need is a silly human clinging to me. Her smile falls and she nods to her head. She turns her attention back to her food, but she's not eating it. She's just playing around with the leftovers. "Are you done eating?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Good." I grab her arm and head toward the basement. "Back in the basement with you now." She starts resisting and tries to pull away from me.

"Do I really need to go back in the basement?! I thought-"

"You thought what," I yell at her. She stares at me again with those big doe eyes. "Just because we had a conversation, doesn't make you any less of a prisoner." She starts fighting harder. She throws herself on the floor and tries her release her arm from my grasp, but her fighting is futile because I'm a lot stronger than she is. I start to drag her from the kitchen to the living room. We're about halfway to the basement entrance when she starts screeching at the top of her lungs. I try to ignore it and take a few more steps until I can't take it anymore. I lift her up roughly and cover her mouth with my free hand. "Shut up! Just shut the hell up," I yell at her while shaking her small frame.

"Put her down!" I look toward the door and there I see Seth and Dean in their wolf forms. Sitting atop of Seth is a girl with blonde and brown hair. "You must be the hybrid."

Kaitlyn POV

A half hour after coming to the den, as the wolves call it, I am sitting next to AJ with Punk and Dean sitting across from us. Punk told Seth to go join Roman on patrol, so the four of us were left alone. When I first got here I was beyond mad to see Punk handling AJ the way that he was, and once he let her go we ran toward each other. We didn't really talk. We were glad that we were alright. It was a happy reunion, but it didn't change the fact that both of us were now prisoners of these wolves. "What do you guys want," I asked them.

"Well you're half siren," Punk answered. "I'd say that's a damn good reason to kidnap you." I looked at him and hoped he would choke.

"Okay, I don't know what's going on," AJ exclaimed. "I've been around Kaitlyn for years and she's never mentioned any of this."

"AJ," I take a deep breath before continuing. "I was hoping you'd never find out, and especially not this way. I've been trying for a very long time to get away from the supernatural. I wanted to live like a normal human. That's why I never told you, but the asshole is telling the truth. I'm half siren, but I'm also half wolf." AJ looked at me completely perplexed. If she was mad I could definitely understand that, and I wouldn't blame her.

"Kaitlyn, I just don't understand why you didn't tell me." I was about to answer her question when Dean interrupted me.

"The reason is entirely irrelevant," Dean rudely told AJ. "What's important now is that the supernatural has found you, pup, and you're going to help us."

"Help you with what? What could I possibly help you with?!"

"You're going to help us break the curse," Dean replied.

"Curse? What curse?" I am so confused.

"Female wolves die shortly after giving birth," AJ said. I looked at her, completely shocked.

"Oh my God. AJ, how-"

"That's only half of the curse, April," Punk chimed in. "Kaitlyn, you've been turning for years now, so I'm sure you know that during every full moon you're forced into transforming. I'm sure you also know that you experience the worst pain imaginable when doing so." I acknowledge him with a nod, as I look at the floor. "It didn't always used to be like that. Since the beginning of human history there have been wolves, and we've always had control of our transformations and they were never painless." Punk pauses and emphasizes what he says next. "Centuries ago, wolves were cursed. Our choice and control over pain was taken away. The only way we get that control back is to hunt the only beings that we were created to protect."

"Humans," AJ says in horror. Dean nods his head, confirming AJ's suspicions.

"What do you mean hunt," I ask.

"We mean intentionally hunt down and kill a human being," Dean told me. "Until then, we suffer through all our transformations. It wouldn't be so bad if we could control when it happened, but that's not the way it is. Ironic isn't it? We wolves were created to protect humans, but because of this curse, we can't even live among them. Neither can we protect them from ourselves."

"Well what can I possibly do to lift this curse?"

"You may be the only one with the magic we need that's willing to break the curse," Punk replied.

"Magic? Isn't that witches' work? Kaitlyn's not a witch," AJ pointed out.

"According to Seth, witches can't help us away. They only practice white magic. Black magic cursed us, so black magic is the only thing that can break the curse," Punk said, impatiently.

"I don't know black magic!"

"Yes, you do because only sirens practice black magic." I laugh cynically at Dean's comment and stand up.

"Please! If sirens are the only supernatural beings that practice black magic that can only mean that sirens were the ones that made this curse." It couldn't be true. It can't be true. I was raised by sirens! They would never do anything like that.

"You got it, pup." Dean crossed his arms as he sat back on the couch.

"No. There's no way! I grew up with sirens! They raised me! There's no way! You're lying!"

My screaming caused Dean to stand up. He walked right up to me and looked me in the eyes. "Listen to me, pup." My eyes started to water. There is no way I can handle this. "Wolves are the good guys in this story. Centuries ago, we were cursed by your ancestors for doing our jobs. You've heard the human stories about sirens, haven't you? They aren't fiction. They aren't myth. They are reality. Sirens feed off of human souls and when our ancestors stepped in, they were captured and enslaved. When we fought back, we nearly wiped them out. They banished us from their realm and cursed us."

"No! Shut up!"

"Every time you've ever transformed and felt every bone in your body breaking and reforming it was because of them!"

"I said shut up!"

"I bet they enjoyed it when you started transforming in front of them. I bet they laughed at your pain behind your back and relished in your anguish!" I slapped him. Hard. I couldn't take what he was saying. It couldn't be true. Natalya, she- she helped me! She took my pain away. It wasn't true. I slapped him again, and again and again and again, until I lost all control and started pounding on his chest. I was trying to inflict as much damage as I possibly could, but eventually, I broke down. I burst out into tears and just started crying hysterically. I couldn't even hold myself up and I fell against Dean. To my surprise, he wrapped his arms around me and stroked my hair. "I know you have a lot of questions, pup. You'll get your answers. I swear it." It was the last thing I heard before falling asleep in his arms.

Whoa! This took wayyyy longer than I intended to post. Sorry for the late update, but I was kind of stuck on this chapter for a while. I think it turned out pretty well though. Let me know what you think!

-J.