(Chloe's POV still)

The man walked up to me and flipped a little plastic switch on the IV. A light blue solution came sliding down the tube and into my arm. I struggled against it to get the IV out of me.

"At least be grateful that you're getting pain medication. We didn't have to," he said.

"You don't have to do any of this to me," I growled. "Just let me go."

"Oh? Is that so?" He asked. "Then how would we learn to take one's powers away?"

I tried to spit at him but my mouth was too dry.

"We'll wait a few minutes for it to kick in," He said.

I pictured Liz and Kyle and pulled and pulled. Desperate for help.

"She's trying to summon," the second man said, taking a few steps closer.

The man beside me chuckled, "She can try all she wants, she won't be able to. We've warded the place against her abilities."

"My powers will get pent up then," I tell him. "You'll regret that."

He chuckled some more, "We'll see. If I regret that then I'll buy you Ireland."

Ariah interrupted before I could question his Ireland comment.

"The pain medication should be in effect by now," she said.

"You're not going to knock me out?!" I scream.

All three of them smirk behind their masks. They wanted to see me suffer for my sins. The checked themselves to make sure all their protective clothing was on right and they didn't have any exposed skin except for their faces. The main doctor guy lifts the gown on my stomach and cuts it with the scalpel. The cut goes from the part of the gown that rested on my ribs to the gown on my hips and he pins the gown down under my back to keep it out of the way. I was so scared I was frozen. I couldn't breath, scream, thrash. I just stared in horror as the doctor rubbed my stomach with a sterilizing wipe and in the scalpel went. Ariah and the other man stood on my other side with tools and cotton swabs to clean the blood. They weren't going to risk getting infected.

Simon's POV

It took us days but we finally convinced Dad that something was wrong. Lauren and Chloe had been gone too long for it to be considered nothing. Or maybe Tess convinced him. She and Derek were worried sick, on the verge of changing even though they tried to hide it. No one knew where Chloe and Lauren went or why. Matt came back yesterday and Tess quickly convinced him of what was going on. Matt said the training he had given her would give her a fighting chance against whatever was going on as long as she remembered everything. But he didn't sound so sure that a fighting chance was enough to survive. They had only had one lesson together.

"We've got to do something," Derek slammed fists against the porch railing. "I cannot stand one more hour of being a sitting duck, waiting for them to show back up."

Derek had dark bags under his eyes from lack of sleep. I mean, we all did but his was the worst. His mate had been stolen from him and we couldn't do anything about it right now. It was tearing him apart.

"Calm down," I told him. "We have no idea where to look so what could we do to help?"

"Maybe Lauren brought her back to New York to have the job finished," Derek's eyes pleaded for me to tell him he was wrong.

Tess stepped outside and interrupted us, "I have contacts in New York that I already checked with. The Pack has been relatively quiet lately, she's not there."

"What about my father..." Derek said.

"He's inside," Tess said. Not picking up on what Derek meant. She shifted her shoulder around trying to hide the muscle spasms. Chloe was a daughter to her. A missing daughter.

"My biological father," Derek growled. "We're nearing the full moon again. He probably flew off the rails."

Derek had a point, he could be tied up in this somehow.

"You're biological father has that?" Tess' eyes widened.

"You've heard of it before?" I asked.

She nodded, "Its usually genetic, like vampires are sensitive with the sun; there's werewolves who are sensitive with the moon. Its where the whole werewolves change on the night of the full moon originated. Because that's when they lost control and attacked people the most." She paused to find words to describe it better. "Its like a werewolf version of multiple personality. On the full moons, you are someone else."

"We've got to go there and get her," Derek pleaded, the wood of the railing splintered slightly under his grip. He was putting in so much effort to try to appear calm.

"Simon, go get your Dad. I'll get food. Derek get a hold of yourself. Chloe doesn't need to see a wolf, she needs to see you."