Simon's POV

We had no idea what was going on with Derek and Nate right now. But Dad and I could not just sit around waiting. Dad pulled out his phone and tried to call Lauren again. One of the werewolves growled at us warningly.

"He's trying to find his daughter-in-law," I told them. "Leave him be."

They kept quiet but were obviously listening in.

The phone rang and rang. I was beginning to think no one would pick up.

"Kit why are you calling me," came from the phone.

Dad always had his volume up all the way so it was easy to hear.

"Lauren," he said. "You know why."

She didn't respond.

"Where is Chloe?" Dad asked.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Lauren said.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," Dad argued. "Don't play dumb."

Lauren huffed frustrated, "Leave us alone."

"Where are you two?" He repeated.

I was honestly surprised to see Dad put so much effort into trying to get a location from Lauren. I had the impression before that he was happy Chloe was gone but maybe I was wrong.

"I"m getting her help," Lauren said. "She was going off the rails."

Dad sank in his chair a little like he knew what that meant.

"No Lauren," he shook his head. "You didn't."

"I'm sorry Kit. It needed to be done and you should really consider bringing your mutt here too."

Dad stood up from the table and walked out into the hallway. Whatever he had to say, he didn't want me to hear it. When he came back a few minutes later, Dad looked like a person who's soul had been stomped on.

"What does getting her help mean?" I asked slowly.

"It means bad news," Dad said. "It means Derek's going to kill Lauren next time he sees her."

Derek's POV

Nate obviously outclassed me as an Alpha and he proved that quickly. He landed several solid hits before I could get a good one back. I raised my hands up defensively. He grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my back. Teetering it between injuring me and not injuring me.

"Alright fine," I growled. "I get it."

Nate snickered, "Good."

He called for the woman who put the spell back on him. Then he walked back upstairs without a word. I waited until he was all the way up before following. Trying to wipe the blood from my nose before I hit the top step.

"What the hell happened to you?" Dad asked.

"I'm fine," I grunted, sitting down in the chair besides Simon.

I refused to answer any of their questions, I just sat silently. Hating him. The things he said cut me deep, though I would never admit that out loud. My shoulder twitching occasionally, I was too angry to even realize what that signaled.

Nate reentered the room all washed up.

"So Simon," He said, taking his seat at the head of the table. "I told you that I would help you find the girl. Do you have any other ideas on where she could be?"

Simon nodded, "Dad caught a lead while you were gone."

"And?" Nate asked.

Simon looked at Dad to answer.

"Chloe was taken by her Aunt," Dad said.

I wanted to slam my fists on the table and yell that I knew it. But I didn't move.

"Do you know where?" Nate asked.

"To a new facility of the Edison Group," Dad said. Not looking at me on purpose. "Though I don't know exactly where it is, Lauren was approached by them recently. They've been designing ways to remove powers, magic, all that from people."

"I know that," Nate said like it was obvious. He had given a kid to them, of course he would know who they were and what they were doing.

"Well, they started a new facility where they're doing that to their out of control subjects. Finding ways to remove their powers."

My heart dropped. The Edison Group had Chloe again...they were experimenting on her again...they were going to take away everything from her... Their conversation continued but I didn't hear a word of it. All I could see was knives and needles poking Chloe, taking away her abilities. I heard her screams echoing around me. Deafening. I should have taken better care of her. I should have kept a better eye on her. I should have made sure she couldn't be kidnapped. Whatever they were doing to her, it was all my fault...

Chloe's POV

The two necromancers abandoned their post with me out in the courtyard and monitored me from the safety of the other side of the door. They were not going to risk getting infected and I didn't blame them. I walked laps around the courtyard, adjusting to the new body. This was what? My second time? I wasn't going to be some expert at it yet.

Even though I can't really talk, I summoned Liz and Kyle. They appeared in front of me in a split second with a few random ghosts. My necromancer powers were overly strong and pulled too many souls.

"Chloe?" Kyle asked.

Liz nodded, "Yeah, that's Chloe!"

She knelt down and patted me on the head.

"Where have you been?" She asked. "We can hear calls from you but can't find you."

I did a circle.

"You've been here," Kyle understood.

"What are you doing here?" Liz asked.

I huffed, unable to answer.

"Can we do anything to help?" Liz asked.

I shook my head, even though Liz could move things, what could she really do to help me? Was their really any escape from here?

My necromancy powers started acting up again and random ghosts starting popping up and disappearing. I let my powers run their course so they weren't so pent up. As much as I hated angering a bunch of ghosts, I wasn't in too much control of what my powers did at the moment and if werewolfing taught me anything, it taught me that fighting made things worse.