Author's Note: Took a while, but I got another chapter out. Shoot me.

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One week ago

She was exhausted. How she was able to stay conscious after the day was called to a close was a miracle on its own. She had expected to be dead by now, a causality to be added to the agency's list. Instead of the torture she had prepared to endure, Mikasa completed various tasks.

Mikasa lay on her cot, ignoring the fellow women around her, trying to ease her aching limbs. Perhaps the word 'tasks' was too tame a word. No, what she was made to do was something a grown human man would have a hard time trying to do.

Some things were easy. For how many hours could you run without rest or water? Or stay in a dark little room echoing with eerie noises? The physical endurance tests, she could handle. What bothered her were the little mental bombs the crazy vamp would surprise them with that bothered her.

What was the purpose of the woman's experiments? The ones she showed most interest with were the women that were close to one another. Why? To hurt them? What did that achieve?

Some days they were given the opportunity to relax, or 'restore our energy for some more fun', as the bitch had put it. Each day became increasingly difficult. Not just because of the moon, but of the things they were required to do.

It was too easy to see that the other women locked in the little shack of a building with her are simple girls. Being a non-human didn't mean they were capable. At times, being what they were made them vulnerable. Targeted for various purposes. This right here was the worst kind of scenario

The door to their little shamble of a shack is rattled open, the figure of the woman made obscure by the fading sunlight at her back.

"Good evening my precious subjects! I have a very special activity planned for you today. I hope you are as excited as I am."

Mikasa didn't think flinching counted as excitement, she thought she even heard one of the girls whimper.

Last week, a blond woman had attempted to stand up for the other girls. Demanding to be set free and the like. She hadn't been able to finish before the good doctor had her by the throat, threatening her sweetly. No one breathed a word after that, instead helping each other silently when something proved too much for them.

Mikasa grimaced. She had a feeling that today was going to be one of those times.

"As you know, its been one week,"

Had it? It seemed like so much longer than that.

"So, we are going to do something extra special today." Making her way across the room, she eyes each one of the women, smile still in place. "A game of sorts. A race." At he end of room, she turns to face them all, an excited gleam in her eyes. "Make sure not to be the last one."

A drain of color from the women's faces, their captor laughs and leaves them in silence once more.

It turns out that wherever they were being held was an enclosed area. They are lead to a line of trees by guards, the mad vamps assistant reading out instructions from a clipboard in his hand.

"Inside, there are three types of colored paper nailed to the trees. You are to get one of each color." He puts the clipboard down and eyes them. "Three of you will not get these papers. Try your best not to be one of them. Good luck."

For a moment, the girls just stand around, eyes wide. Then one of the guards grunts, and lifts the rifle in his arms. A shot rings out and the women scream.

Sighing, the assistant speaks up again. "Uncooperation will result in your shooting."

With that, the women make a mad dash toward the designated area, some with their faces set in grim determination, others with tears marring their features. Mikasa shuts down whatever feelings she may have towards these women. She could not afford to lose.

She has two of the three papers, hiding in a tree when she sees two guards. Something they say carries across to her, making her freeze.

"...said to make sure at least one of them was a were."

"I don't know why she just doesn't do the same to these bitches as those other guys. They are all the same aren't they?"

"I heard she was looking for someone. Forget the name."

"Oh, yeah. Jeager. Everyone know that, she's got half the guys looking for 'em."

At that, Mikasa's blood ran cold. Eren? That couldn't be, they had taken every precaution. She needed to make sure.

Gripping the trunk to steady herself, Mikasa waited for the two men to pass right under her. They were still talking when she swung down from her branch, legs wrapping around the neck of one as she twisted her body down hard enough to hear a snap. Upon hitting the ground, she never gave the second guy a change to aim his weapon before she was sweeping her legs under him.

He hit the ground hard and Mikasa was on him before he could catch a breath. It was insulting how that vampire bitch thought humans were strong enough against nonhumans. Guns or not. She brought a hand to the man's neck, half formed claws digging in, the other groping around for a weapon.

"Tell me what you know about Jeager."

He spit in her face. It didn't take much after that to get him to talk. He didn't know much, but it was enough.

Surprisingly, the man had a cell on him. It was simple, one used to get messages across, but it was good enough. With the man out cold on the floor, it was only a matter of time before the other guards took notice. She ran. She didn't get very far.

She had warned him though, and that was good enough.

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Everything had melted away. Nothing mattered but this moment. Everything felt so good. My blood was singing and my body was on fire. My muscles burned and I needed air. It was bliss.

I don't know how many hours had passed in this room. I didn't care. He was over me and in me and that's I all needed. There was nothing human in the way we joined and that's exactly how it should be. We are inhuman and we fucked like the animals we are.

There was nothing but snarls and grunts as we fucked on every surface. We burned. I could feel the fullness of the moon. My body changing. Energy swirled through me and I drank it all in. As the moon grew in size, the lust waned into something ancient.

The power I felt was as old as time, forcing my body to shift. I felt the moon with every fiber of my being. Bones cracked and reshaped, fur tearing through skin. Tooth and nail gave way to claws and fangs. I was strong and the world was mine. I howled my victory to the sky. There was nothing greater than the earth beneath my paws and the light of the moon illuminating my path.

The world is mine and I will destroy it.

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My eyes snapped open to meet a face full of sunlight. "Fuck! Why me..." Groaning, I sat up, blinking the tears out of my eyes. "What in the...?"

I was in the middle of fucking nowhere. Naked.

Standing, I tried to make out my surroundings, hoping to find a familiar landmark. I sniffed the air. Actually, this might be...

"Look Mommy, that guy has his willy out!"

My head whipped around to lock eyes with an extremely horrified mother who was now picking up her son and running in the opposite direction.

Ah, yes. The park. Lovely.

Although I'm sure that seeing a guy as bare as the day he was born was not a welcome morning gift, I'm ninety-eight percent sure that seeing a seven foot wolf would utterly ruin your day. So, I ran and tried my very best to stay behind trees, bushes, and whatever else was big enough to at least cover my dangly bits.

Hiding behind a fairly large fern, sweating my weight in buckets, God finally decided to cut me some slack. Peeking out from behind the leaves, I hissed at the passing jogger.

"Hey!"

Stopping, he looked around him, confused.

"Over here."

Finally, brown eyes landed on me and he made his way over. His suspicion slowly turned into something akin to amusement. "Are you fucking naked, man?"

"No, I heard shoving leaves up your ass was a new fashion statement."

Laughing, he shook his head. "Wild night I'm guessing. I, uh, don't have any extra clothes, but you can borrow my cell."

"Better than nothing." I waited for the man to fish out the device from his pantsuit, thanking him as he handed it over. who better to call but my little buddy Armin.

The phone rang three times before he picked up.

"Hello?"

"Oh thank God, I didn't think you'd pick up."

I could hear him snort down the line. "There's like, a total of five people that know this number and out of them all, I figure you to be the one to call from a number I don't recognize."

Well, he's not wrong. Sighing, I decide to just cut to the chase. "So, yeah, I kinda need you to pick me up."

"Uh. Where are you?"

"The park just of Mara. The entire world is being graced with the sight of my ass, Armin."

I could just make out a faint choking sound from the blond. "How...? You know what, never mind. Get yourself to the fountain where people throw their change in. I'll bring you some clothes."

"Aye, aye captain." He hung up before I could finish talking. Grinning, I handed the phone back to the guy that was now trying not to laugh. "Thanks."

"No problem, man. Good luck."

We said our awkward goodbyes and went our separate ways. I waited a good twenty minutes before I spotted Armin making his way towards out designated meeting spot with a plastic bag in his hand.

"You really are naked. Amazing."

"Shut the hell up and bring me my clothes."

"You're lucky I prefer you with clothes on."

Stepping into what Armin had given me, a faded blue tee with white washed jeans, I turned my head to waggle my eyebrows at him. "Denial is not just a river in Egypt."

"Ugh, please come up with new comebacks."

I laughed and stepped out from behind some bushes. "I'd ask why you didn't bring shoes, but I figured this was good enough."

Something about the way Armin was looking at me made me glad I hadn't said anything. The guy was surprisingly terrifying. I rub the back of my head in a nervous fidget, chuckling. "So, uh, how did you get here?"

"Magic."

I just stare at him.

He chuckles. "No, seriously. I walked out of your apartment and found your car just sitting there with the keys on the front seat. See?"

While we had been talking, we had been making our way toward the parking lot, and true to his word, there was my car.

"That's...weird. Maybe someone from the club brought it over?"

Armin hummed and stepped over to the passenger's side, swinging open the door. "Maybe."

I sat myself behind the wheel and Armin handed me the keys. "I'll have to ask."

We were pulling up to my apartment before Armin spoke up again. "That usually happen to you?"

I grimaced. "The whole waking up naked not knowing where I am? No, even during the shift, I'm as aware of everything as I am now. This is the first time its happened."

"Maybe you were piss drunk?"

"Drinking was the last thing on my mind." I snorted.

We took the elevator to my floor, turning the corner only to stop in our tracks.

"Ah, Eren. I hope you're feeling better?"

My arms cross over my chest as I stare down Smith. "Been a while. What are you doing here?"

He only smiled at me, blue eyes crinkling at the corners. "Always one to cut to the chase." At my silence he only sighed and continued. "I did say I would keep you informed on Mikasa's case."

I could almost feel my heart beating out my chest I was so anxious. "And?"

It was difficult to tell apart Erwin's expressions. There only seemed to be two: dead serious and amused. I never realized how much I preferred to see him with that annoyingly mocking expression.

"We know where she is."

Author's Note: I'm gonna try and be faster, but no promises.