I didn't want to touch the food. It felt like acknowledging I was their prisoner. I couldn't not eat though, I was starving and my stomach rumbled loudly. That was one aspect of being a werewolf that sucked, I was practically constantly hungry. I stood up and picked up the thin mattress and set it back on the bed. Then walked over to the tray. It was all plastic so I couldn't hurt myself. A plastic cup of water, peanut butter and jelly sandwich, some type of pudding I think, and a handful of baby carrots.

"If I don't eat, they'll force me to have a feeding tube," I told myself. Trying to convince myself it was ok to eat.

I quickly dove into to everything but the pudding, I've seen one too many movies. They always crush medicine and put it in pudding. I set the tray by the door, knocked, and went back to sitting on the bed.

A minute later an older man came and got it. I could see flashes of fear in his eyes the entire time, he knew he was old and weak and could be easily overpowered. I was going to prove I was not a threat though and sat quietly on the bed watching him. I made sure not to make any sudden movements. Right before he exited I cleared my throat. He looked up at me.

"Is it too much to ask for a blanket?" I asked softly.

"I-I'll see what I can do," he said and scurried out.

When the old man left and the door was latched, I started pacing around the room. I didn't feel sedated or out of it so they at least must not have added any crushed medicines to the sandwich. I hadn't thought about that until now, it would be just as easy to mix powder in with peanut butter or jelly as it would with pudding.

My mind quickly switched to more pressing matters; the boys. What was going through their minds about where I was? And how on earth was I going to get out of here? Was I really going to have to play their games and hope they release me when…if… I'm human.

A knock on the door. It opened swiftly to my surprise, up to this point these people opened it hesitantly. Aunt Lauren stood in the doorway. That explained it. Anger immediately rose up from my belly.

"You liar!" I shouted. "You brought me back to this hell?! How could you?!"

"You are out of control Chloe. You're a monster for goodness sakes. I know these guys can't always be trusted but they have the technology to bring you back to the way you were."

"A monster?" I repeated with venom. "A MONSTER? You know that all of my problems are because of you right? I would be a normal teenage girl if it weren't for you!"

"You were never normal Chloe. You saw ghosts as a child. Your parents knew from the start that your mutations didn't work yet they refused to bring you here sooner. I'm just cleaning up their mess."

"You bitch!" I screamed. How dare she insult my parents. The ground would've been shaking or claws would've been coming out if I had access to my powers right now.

I lunged at Aunt Lauren, my blind rage blocked everything Matt had taught me from entering my thoughts. I just threw my body full force at her. Aunt Lauren stepped back alarmed. She held a hand out and I hit an invisible brick wall. I stood two feet away from her but couldn't get any closer no matter how hard I pushed.

She jingled a sterling silver charm bracelet around the wrist of the hand she was holding up.

"You've forced me to pick up a few tricks of my own to be able to control you."

"Screw you bitch," I growled at her.

"I really hope this temper of yours goes away when we get rid of your werewolf gene. You need a serious attitude adjustment." She grabbed the handle of the door with her free hand and spoke as if I were a child, "You're in time out now for that outburst. I'll try talking to you again later."

With one abrupt movement, she shut the door and lowered her hand. I hurled myself against the closed door. Screaming and sobbing and hitting the door with my body until I was bruised. I don't know how long it went on. My side was bruised and scrapped raw so I began punching the door. For as heavy as it looked, it rattled beneath my hits. I punched the door over and over until my fists bled and kept going. Sobbing eventually took over and I collapsed on my prison bed. Sobbing until I fell asleep.